‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a…’ HA. Ya-RIGHT. Oh, they’re stirring alright (please refer to my last post about this situation). We’ve given up on feeding them in the defective traps that must have been made by an underground animal rights activist group. In fact, maybe if we stave off feeding them for awhile they WILL go away!!!
The above is the cover of a book that I got for my son when he was a very little boy. Every Christmas Eve thereafter, we would snuggle up in front of the fireplace before I put him to bed, and read this version of the classic tale. Oh aren’t those little vermin cute in the picture? Rather innocent looking don’t you think?
Every time we would come to this page we would laugh and laugh at the cute little guy on the potty. Okay, they are kind of cute.
Here’s the whole family peeking at Santa with their soulful little eyes.
And finally the last picture would show the happy little mice gleefully waving goodbye to Santa as he drove out of sight. Then I would close the book, cup his sweet little face in my hands, and kiss my beaming little boy goodnight.
I think I’ll go put some peanut butter on the Santa plate and stick in the attic. I’ll use the fresh ground kind with honey roasted peanuts. They seem to like it best.