A verse to Christmas?

‘Twas a few nights before Christmas
and all through the house,
Creatures were stirring –
was it a mouse?

The clock showed 04.30
as I woke up, yawning,
dragged from my slumber
by a furious gnawing.

The stockings were slung
half prepared on the floor,
awaiting their filling
with nuts, toys and more,

but a tiny gourmand
had a fine dinnertime,
feasting on peanuts, gold coins
and clementine.

While I sat in bed
finding mice all too scarey,
the man of the house got up
nude and hairy.

He dashed ‘cross the room
and snatched up that sock
and with mouse trapped inside
turned to take stock:

“I have it, I have it!”
he cried out of breath,
“What should I do?
Should I beat it to death?”

“Oh no!” I called out
“That’s much too agrarian.
You’ll wake up the kids, and besides
I’m vegetarian!”

So we opened a window
to the dark, snowy air
and I thought with a pang
“No food for mice out there!

“Show some compassion,
Don’t be such a miser”.
And I threw down some treats:
a mouse appetiser.

So if you’re inclined
to slay mice for their daring,
please do remember:
t’is the season for sharing.

When that mouse called out
it made up for the fuss:
“Good Night to All
and to All, Merry Christmas!”