Christmas Eve.
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.
Little Mouse, as you know,
had gone far away,
to spend time with her family
on this Christmas day.
At home, Dinosaur stared
out the window with love,
and watched as the snow
fell from the sky up above.
He thought of Little Mouse,
surrounded by holiday cheer,
and was happy for her
even though he wished she was near.
Warm and cozy in PJs,
he missed his best friend,
but he knew he’d see her soon,
before next week’s end.
As he crawled into bed,
he exclaimed from afar:
“Merry Christmas, Little Mouse,
I love you, and RAWR!”
