THE CHRISTMAS MOUSE
(Erick Traplin)


One early Christmas Eve, before Santa came,
A mouse snuck out of his little hole and licked a candy cane.
Before he could escape, he heard the sound of little hooves,
It was Santa's little reindeer, prancing on the roof.

Down the chimney Santa came and stood before the mouse,
And asked him if he was the owner of the house.
The mouse was very pleased and held himself up tall,
Said, "I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall."

And I scurry "round by night, looking for a bite,
A little scrap of food, to take home to my wife,
Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all
Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall.

Well, Santa laughed so hard, a tear fell from his eye,
To see a mouse so proud, and not the least bit shy.
He said I can't recall, meeting one so brave and small,
As the little mouse, who lives inside the wall.

Santa wiped a joyful tear from his twinkling eye,
Then Santa asked the mouse, with what he could supply.
A fire truck, a tricycle, or a big red ball,
Anything at all for the mouse inside the wall.

Oh, it would be so nice, if i could have a slice,
A little piece of pie, to take home to my wife.
Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all.
Said the little mouse, who lives inside the wall.

Santa reached inside his pack, brought out a pie so small,
That it would even fit, within the mouse's tiny paw.
And every time you took a bite, it came back to it's all,
And gave it to the little mouse, who lives inside the wall.

Then Santa quickly filled the stockings hanging in a row,
And with a merry Christmas, up the chimney he did go.
The mouse then sang a song, as he ran off down the hall.
Sang, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall

And I scurry 'round by night, looking for a bite,
A little scrap of food, to take home to my wife,
Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all.
Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall.
Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall