One Christmas eve, when Santa Claus
Came to a certain house,
To fill the children's stockings there,
He found a little mouse.
"A merry Christmas, little friend,"
Said Santa, good and kind.
"The same to you, sir," said the mouse;
"I thought you wouldn't mind
"If I should stay awake
And watch you for awhile."
"You're very welcome, little mouse,"
Said Santa, with a smile.
And then he filled the stockings up
Before the mouse could
From toe to top, from top to toe,
There wasn't left a chink.
"Now, they won't hold another thing,"
Said Santa Claus, with pride.
A twinkle came in mouse's eyes.
But humbly he replied:
"It's not polite to
Your pardon I
But in the fullest stocking there
I could put one thing more."
"Oh, ho!" laughed Santa, "silly mouse.
Don't I know how to pack?
By filling stockings all these years,
I should have learned the knack."
And then he took the stocking down
From where it hung so high,
And said: "Now put in one thing more;
I give you leave to try."
The mousie chuckled to himself,
And then he softly stole
Right to the stocking's crowded toe
And gnawed a little hole!
"Now, if you please, good Santa Claus,
I've put in one thing more;
For you will own that little hole
Was not in there before."
How Santa Claus did laugh and laugh!
And then he gaily spoke:
"Well! you shall have a Christmas cheese
For that nice little joke."
If you don't think this story true,
Why! I can show to you
The very stocking with the hole
The little mouse gnawed through.