Beware the Christmas Mice! by Sylva Fae
I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice, Beware, beware the Christmas mice! Once they’re inside, they cause such a mess. They don’t twitch a whisker at Mum’s distress.
They leave the fridge open, and nibble the cheese. They stomp in the butter and flick all the peas.
They hurry and scurry, they get everywhere, under the sofa and onto Dad’s chair.
They jump in the jellies, throw cake out the door, then leave mince pie crumbs all over the floor.
They pull down the tinsel and climb up the tree, then knock off the fairy onto the TV.
Then just as your mum comes back to the house, they all run and hide, each and every mouse.
They unwrap your presents and shred all the wrapping. They cause total mayhem, while you lie napping.
As you wake on the sofa, from Mum’s angry cries, the mess and the mayhem is such a surprise.
Then into the kitchen and onto the table. They unplug the kettle and chew on the cable.
Mum never suspects that the Christmas mice came. She looks at the mess and you take the blame.
I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice, Beware, beware the Christmas mice! - 74 -
