Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature is stirringβexcept for one mouse. Little Whiskers, a curious gray mouse
with a twitchy nose,
Had snuck from his hole where the warm fireplace glows.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long winterβs nap
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