The Christmas Feast
All of the mice ran around in a hurry
Through all of the cupboards did they scurry.
They ran to and fro, the mouses and meeces,
To search for crumbs and other small pieces
Of food they could take to their holiday meal
So all of their babies and children could feel
All warm and cozy with full little bellies
Of turkey and stuffing and cranberry jellies.
A little white mouse sat there at the table
Surrounded by family sitting neath the gable.
They sat there looking out on the fresh fallen snow
While their bellies did rumble and appetites grow.
Finally mother mouse came out with a platter.
The mice looked on as they did start to chatter
About all the food they were so grateful for,
A bountiful feast with goodies galore.
They quickly said grace and then started to dine
On turkey and stuffing and cookies quite fine.
But one little mouse did not want to eat.
This little white mouse didn’t like anything sweet,
Or anything bitter or spicy or sour,
Nothing with corn and nothing with flour.
Nothing with fruits or veggies or grain.
Making him eat caused his parents great pain.
He would eat nothing that once had a peel
So he sat there and stuck his nose up at the meal.
This made his mother actually quite mad.
For she knew the trouble her husband had had
To gather the food that the boy wouldn’t eat.
Not one single bite, not one single treat.
Feeling quite angry she gave him a choice
As she spoke to him in her small squeaky voice.
He would eat dinner or nothing at all.
He would stand in the corner with his face to the wall.
He stuck up his nose and shook his head no
So to the wall did the little mouse go.
He stood there and pouted with hands on his hips
While his family feasted and smacked all their lips.
Cold and alone with no food at all
His tummy did rumble as he stood by the wall.
His mother called for him and said to hurry
So back to the table did the little mouse scurry.
She asked while smiling a smile quite real
If the small little mouse would now eat his meal.
The little mouse looked at the food all around.
This did not make him smile. No, he did frown.
Yes he was hungry but that did not matter.
There was no food he would eat on that platter.
So the little mouse stuck his nose back in the air.
He shook his head no, it just wasn’t fair.
Mother mouse looked on with a very red face.
She rose from her chair and started to pace.
She pointed away as her anger did grow
And so to his room did the little mouse go.
In his room he did sit in the dark all alone.
He laid in his bed and started to groan.
His family was outside singing with cheer
A slow melody sounded good to his ear.
He could smell pudding and turkey and bread
While he sat alone, hungry in bed.
The little mouse leapt from his bed in a hurry
And back to his mother did he quickly scurry.
She asked once again still smiling quite real
If the small little mouse would now eat his meal.
The little mouse nodded, his mother was glad.
For she did not like it when her baby was sad.
So back to the table did the little mouse scurry
And filled up his plate with good food in a hurry.
He took his seat back under the gable
And his family came back to join him at the table.
He ate every bite till his tummy was full
Then sat by the fire on a rug of soft wool.
He sat up all night singing songs of great cheer
For soon Christmas Day would finally be here.
He cuddled up close to his big brother Eddy
As he slept snuggled up with his teddy.
And through all of the night he did dream a good dream
Of his dinner and family and the snow which did gleam.
The little mouse was happy as he laid in the hay
For when he awoke it would be Christmas Day.
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