Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas


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:

shydandelion said...

I like that poem...I think rodents are only cute in poems.

Davola said...

What about the Disney hit movie... Enchanted?

Katscratchme said...

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.