Post Christmas morn melee….
Twas the night before Christmas all not that long ago,
and these two restlessly stirred peeking at the stockings hung by the chimney darting to and fro.
Christmas morning came with the clatter of pitter patter down the stairs,
that startled a would be mouse sneaking a cookie crumb that Santa left behind to share,
WIthin a furor of flying paper, wrapping and boxes no longer quite square,
the smiles grew wider as the ribbons and tape succumbed and the gifts laid bare,
WIde and starry eyed as Christmases before,
Its a a feeling like no other with hugs galore.