CHRISTMAS MOUSE

CHRISTMAS MOUSE

Roger A. Davis

You know that poem, "Not a creature was stirring"
Well, the truth is, I lived in that house
I'm of the ancient Order of the Christmas Mouse
Our duties on this Eve are never stopped by our nemesis' purring

We were there at the First Nativity site
When The Star of Bethlehem was so bright
We aren't listed in the Who’s Who of the Manger
Yet the sheep and other animals knew we weren't a stranger

We witnessed our Lord's birth and those who came to pay respect
We were nestled down in the hay, where none could detect
And to this very day, though we are seldom seen, the poem is wrong
We are up all night after the carolers sing their last song

The Christmas Mouse must taste test St. Nick's cookies
And have a final meeting with the X'mas rookies
Where we instruct all the mice in Nativity arrangement
Also how to avoid a guard cat engagement

Then back to each house for a sip of milk condensation
Before Dad drinks the kid's Santa Claus libation
As He polishes off the cookie platter
Knowing soon we will hear the children's feet patter

In my house, Jesus is still mentioned in their holiday chatter
I enjoy their singing and holy laughter
There also is my present, crumbs after Christmas dinner
I'm so stuffed, like a bear getting ready for winter

Yet, in other homes, Christmas mice say
There's nothing pointing to Jesus being the reason for the season
Just a decorated tree and unwrapping presents day
For the Order of the Christmas Mouse, this brings about much dismay

So as a dutiful keeper of The Lord's Birthday
I wrote this poem to promote and honor the Creator's Son
Hoping you will join us in a Holy demonstration
Worshipping Jesus at the very least on Christmas Day

If you visit a live Nativity this year
Be on the look out for a Christmas Mouse
But please don't scream if we appear
We are like the angels, do not fear
Just remember we are all welcome in God's House