'Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except for this mouse.
Up the tree he would scamper, and down it again,
In search of a pickle, or maybe a friend.
And lo, there's an owl, with a potter-y look,
And a dog with a bow, and a dwarf on a hook.
We'll have such great fun, thought the mouse with mischief,
But we'll stay out of trouble, and on the right list!
What do u think, will the 4 make the list?
Not with an elf, and his monster angelic!
