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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mouse before Christmas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mouse before Christmas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a person was sleeping, all because of one mouse; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glue traps were placed by the kitchen and stair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In hopes that St. Mickey soon would be there; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children were hiding, afraid in their beds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While nightmares of furry pests danced in their heads; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mamma in her one piece and I in my wrap, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had just finished baiting the last of the traps, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When down on my lawn there arose such a clatter, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away to the window I flew like a flash, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bumped into the bedpost and incurred quite a gash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a miniature sleigh, and eight mouseketeers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a little old driver, so lively and quick, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew in a moment it must be St. Mick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now dash away! dash away! dash away all! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the sleigh full of cheese, and old St. Mick too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prancing and pawing of each little thief</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I reached for my bat, and was turning around, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the chimney old St. Mick came with a bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his tail, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his clothes looked like stuff from a second hand sale; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sack to hold cheese he had flung on his back, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he looked like a smart shopper as he planned his attack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes - how they twinkled! his whiskers, how merry! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His cheeks were light grey, his nose like a berry! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His droll little mouth was drawn up to reveal, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a pair of incisors gleaming brightly like steel; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The knob of the bat I held tight in my hand, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I swung it like I hoped to hit a grand slam; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I missed him completely and took down our tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He near stroked out with laughter so great was his glee, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as he used tinsel garland to bind and to gag me; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wink of his eye and a twist of his tail, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon gave me to know I had epically failed; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and stole all our cheese; then turned with a jerk, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And laying his right paw aside of his nose, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Long to you sucker, and thanks for the bite!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a person was sleeping, all because of one mouse; 

The glue traps were placed by the kitchen and stair

In hopes that St. Mickey soon would be there; 

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