T'was Eight Days Before Christmas

In honor of our recent experience and the Christmas season, I re-wrote a favorite poem.
Enjoy!

T'was eight days before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.
The stockings were hung in the hallway with care,
In hopes that the mouse would not find the candy there.


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of presents danced in their heads.
And mama with her computer sat working in bed,
With dad right beside her snoring out of his head.


When out of the bathroom ran the little gray mouse,
Mama sprang from the bed waking up the whole house.
Away to the mousetraps she flew like a flash,
Tore open the cabinets and set one behind the trash.


She woke up the dad with a frightful, wild scream,
He looked under the bed with his flashlight's bright beam.
The mouse had went hiding and couldn't be found.
Sleep finally came, but not very sound.


Each day went by slowly, waiting for mouse to be caught.
But all five traps stayed empty, with more to be bought.
At last four days later, at the end of the day,
The trap made its snap, and the mouse, dead it lay.


The daughter sprang to the trap just to see,
"We got it! We got it!" she shouted with glee.
The house could sleep soundly that night without fear,
The mouse was now gone, no more to appear.


The last four nights til Christmas would be joyful and bright!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!