Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
All the creatures were hiding, except for one mouse
The shotguns were hung over the mantle with care,
I held a .22 hoping the mouse soon to be there
My kids were nestled each snug in their own bunk
Dreaming of cleaning guns all covered with gunk
And mama with her 22 and me with mine on my lap
Were both hoping to waste the mouse with a quick double tap
When out in the pantry there arose such a clatter,
That we both jumped up armed to see what was the matter
Away to the kitchen we made a mad dash
Threw open the pantry anticipating muzzle flash
The night light on the crest of the utensils did glow
Giving an eerie weird look to the pantry down low
When what to our wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh pulled by vermin - drinking beer
With a little old mouse driver, lively but none too quick
I realized in a moment it must be that thieving little prick
More rapid than roaches his coursers they came
As he whistled and chittered and called them by name
Now Boll Weevil, and Gnat, now Roach and Bed Bug.
On Bot Fly, and Silverfish, On Ant, and Slug.
To the top of the pantry, to the very top shelf.
Now crawl away, crawl away, don’t be stomped on by an elf.
Like dust bunnies into a vacuum cleaner swiftly fly
As they get sucked up into the nozzle to certainly die
So up toward the cookies his coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of beer cans and that smelly mouse too
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the shelf top
A noise for certain I knew was mouse plop
I started to draw a bead bringing my 22 up and around
And suddenly on my face the mouse jumped with a bound
He was covered with gray fur from head to foot
And his dirty little claws were covered with grease and soot
A bundle of crumbs he had flung over his back
And he looked like a Bowery Bum about to attack
His eyes they were beady, he seemed none too merry
He dug scratches into my cheeks, the color of cherry
His mouth was all puckered in a maniacal grin
And this was not my idea of how to cash it all in
A piece of my skin, he held tight in his teeth
And smoke from a startled shot encircled it like a wreath
He had a pointy little snout, and a long hairless tail
He bit me again, and I began to wail
He was cubby and plump, but jumped back onto the shelf
And that’s when I thought about avenging myself
But with a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He avoided my shot as if he had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word, but went back to his work
Trying to refill his sack that thieving little jerk
Then my wife took aim right at his nose
And blasted a hole in his head red as a rose
The blast tossed him up pretty high in the air
And he landed on the vermin squashing them there
Then I turned toward my little sharpshootin missus
And I gave her at least a hundred Christmas kisses
Maybe a little early on the delivery but Merry Christmas to all.....
Glenn B
All the creatures were hiding, except for one mouse
The shotguns were hung over the mantle with care,
I held a .22 hoping the mouse soon to be there
My kids were nestled each snug in their own bunk
Dreaming of cleaning guns all covered with gunk
And mama with her 22 and me with mine on my lap
Were both hoping to waste the mouse with a quick double tap
When out in the pantry there arose such a clatter,
That we both jumped up armed to see what was the matter
Away to the kitchen we made a mad dash
Threw open the pantry anticipating muzzle flash
The night light on the crest of the utensils did glow
Giving an eerie weird look to the pantry down low
When what to our wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh pulled by vermin - drinking beer
With a little old mouse driver, lively but none too quick
I realized in a moment it must be that thieving little prick
More rapid than roaches his coursers they came
As he whistled and chittered and called them by name
Now Boll Weevil, and Gnat, now Roach and Bed Bug.
On Bot Fly, and Silverfish, On Ant, and Slug.
To the top of the pantry, to the very top shelf.
Now crawl away, crawl away, don’t be stomped on by an elf.
Like dust bunnies into a vacuum cleaner swiftly fly
As they get sucked up into the nozzle to certainly die
So up toward the cookies his coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of beer cans and that smelly mouse too
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the shelf top
A noise for certain I knew was mouse plop
I started to draw a bead bringing my 22 up and around
And suddenly on my face the mouse jumped with a bound
He was covered with gray fur from head to foot
And his dirty little claws were covered with grease and soot
A bundle of crumbs he had flung over his back
And he looked like a Bowery Bum about to attack
His eyes they were beady, he seemed none too merry
He dug scratches into my cheeks, the color of cherry
His mouth was all puckered in a maniacal grin
And this was not my idea of how to cash it all in
A piece of my skin, he held tight in his teeth
And smoke from a startled shot encircled it like a wreath
He had a pointy little snout, and a long hairless tail
He bit me again, and I began to wail
He was cubby and plump, but jumped back onto the shelf
And that’s when I thought about avenging myself
But with a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He avoided my shot as if he had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word, but went back to his work
Trying to refill his sack that thieving little jerk
Then my wife took aim right at his nose
And blasted a hole in his head red as a rose
The blast tossed him up pretty high in the air
And he landed on the vermin squashing them there
Then I turned toward my little sharpshootin missus
And I gave her at least a hundred Christmas kisses
Maybe a little early on the delivery but Merry Christmas to all.....
Glenn B