Sing sweet as the flute,
Sing clear as the horn,
Sing joy of the children
Come Christmas morn!
Little Christ Jesus
Our brother is born.
Wishing you peace on earth and good will toward men.
* * *
I saw on the snow
when I tried my skis
the track of a mouse
beside some trees.
Before he tunneled
to reach his house
he wrote "Merry Christmas"
in white, in mouse.
3 comments:
I like that poem...I think rodents are only cute in poems.
What about the Disney hit movie... Enchanted?
I fondly remember the mouse poem. I read it to Ben and (almost) cried... I think I'll blame it on the hormones.. even though I know that nostalgia has little to do with hormones.
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