Merry Christmouse!

The mice were excited, t’was Christmouse Eve.

They put up the tree with a great mousey heave.

They put on the tinsel, the lights and the star.

Was the best looking Christmouse tree by far.

They all hung their stockings up over the fire

And one by one they began to tire.

Fiddlina and Tina had made the mince pies.

While Quiffy was checking the turkey’s size

To check it went in to the oven okay,

And Bongo was tidying their mess away.

Tich and Tupper were cutting up string

To tie up the paper the gifts were wrapped in.

Sachmo got pies and some ginger beer

For Santa Paws and all his mousedeer.

The heating was being checked by Keys

To make sure it was warm, and they wouldn’t freeze.

Twangy Doodles was in the snow

To make sure the Mice were able to go

Out in to the snow the next day to play.

Snowballs all round for Christmas day.

One by one they went off to bed.

‘It’s certainly been a long day,’ Sachmo said.

But he just couldn’t get himself off to sleep,

So down the stairs he decided to creep.

He looked out the window and what did he see?

He had to stop from shouting with glee.

High in the sky and well on their way

The mousedeer were pulling Santa’s sleigh.

Sachmo watched from behind the chair,

As the mousedeer manoeuvred the sleigh with care.

Then he heard Santa mutter an ‘oooof’

As the sleigh landed gently on the roof.

He watched very carefully, making sure,

He could not be seen, not even a paw.

He heard an odd noise, and then it stopped.

Then on to the hearth a huge sack popped.

No sign of Santa? Where could he be?

Oh heavens he was stuck inside the chimney!

Sachmo waited, not sure what to do.

Santa would surely go away if he knew

That someone was awake and watching inside.

Did he go and help or did he just hide.

Then all of a sudden he saw Santa’s boot

Land in the hearth all covered in soot.

Santa was stuck. All Sachmo saw was a paw.

Then all of a sudden he fell on the floor.

Poor Santa was covered from head to toe

In soot. He stood and let out a fearful blow,

And shook himself off until Sachmo could see

His suit and his hat and with its bobble furry. 

He brushed himself off and looked all around.

Then on tiptoe, so not to make a sound

He took all the stockings down one by one,

And filled them with presents, with lots of fun.

When he’d finished he saw the small plate,

Drank the ginger beer and then ate

All of the mince pies. Every last one!

No wonder Santa Paws had a large tum.

Then Sachmo blinked twice as he saw a rope fall

Down the chimney, and watched Santa haul

Himself back up and out onto the roof.

He ran to the window and just saw a hoof

Push them back off and they were away

To leave presents for someone else’s big day.

He sat in the chair and before he knew

He was fast asleep and snoring too.

‘Wake up everyone,’ said Bongo next day.

Santa Paws has been. Let’s go and play.’

Off they all ran, eager to see,

What the goodies inside their stockings would be.

Fiddlina got down her stocking first.

And as she opened it out of it burst

A huge, new bow in bright, shiny red.

She put it proudly on her head.

Tich, Tupper and Tina could wait no more

And tipped their stockings on to the floor.

Out it all fell with a terrible bang.

3 shiny new sticks to make triangles clang.  

‘Me next,’ said Keys as he very carefully

Felt inside his stocking to see.

Out of its wrapping some gloves he pulled

To keep his paws warm when the piano was cold.

Said Bongo ‘My stocking feels awfully full.’

And then he unwrapped a nice wooden stool.

‘I don’t need to sit on the floor anymore

To play my bongos. It got quite sore.’

Sachmo then pulled his gift off the hearth

And opened up a nice, stripy scarf.

‘I say,’ he said, ‘Now how about that.

It goes perfectly with my nice stripy hat.’

Twangy Doodles was next to go

And he unpacked a great big bow:

A  tie with coloured squares and dots.

He tied it swiftly in a knot.

Quiffy went last and was eager to see

Just what his gift from Santa would be.

He pulled out a comb with its own metal case.

Just right for keeping his hair in place.

They put all their gifts under the tree

To make sure each of them got to see

The lovely presents Santa Paws brought.

Then as it was Christmas they thought they ought

To sing some carols, Good King Wencemouse,

And soon their music filled up the house.

Happy Christmouse to all from the Bongo Mouse Band.

May you have as much fun as in Bongo Mouse land.