βTis the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirringβexcept for one mouse.Little Whiskers the mouse, with fur soft and gray,
Had dreamed of adventure on this special day.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.But down by the fireplace, where embers glowed bright,
Whiskers spotted a wonder that filled him with light:
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But one had a holeβoh, what a tear!βI canβt let St. Nicholas find such a sight!β
Thought brave little Whiskers, determined that night.
He scurried and scampered, with needle and thread
(From the sewing kit left by Grandmaβs old bed).Stitch by stitch in the flickering glow,
He mended the stocking, row after row.
When the work was all done, he sat back with a sigh,
And up on the rooftop, he heard sleigh bells fly!A jolly βHo ho ho!β and a clatter of hooves,
Then down the chimney came Santa, with gifts to approve.
He winked at the mouse, who tried hard to hide,
βYouβve done a kind deed,β Santa said with pride.He filled every stocking (the mended one too),
With candy and toys, and a small wheel of cheese just for you!
Then laying a finger aside of his nose,
Up the chimney he rose.Whiskers returned to his cozy small nest,
His tiny heart happy, feeling truly blessed.
For on this Christmas Eve, so silent and bright,
A little mouse learned the joy of doing whatβs right.And as the fire crackled soft and low,
Whiskers whispered, βMerry Christmas to allβand to all a good night!β
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