In this week’s post, I have a true story to share with you. It is something that recently happened to my parents, Len and Madeline Strang, who live in Lawn, Newfoundland. It’s not for the faint of heart, so I would advise that only the bravest of the brave proceed to read this.
Len and Madeline, a.k.a. Mom and Dad
The Ghostly Christmas Visitor
Twas a month before Christmas
When all through the Strang’s house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for one little mouse.
Len’s long johns were hung by the bedside with care
With hopes that Madeline’s knickers, soon would be there.
But Madeline was snoring, as happy as that,
So they both settled down, for a long winter’s nap.
When all of a sudden, there arose such a clatter,
Len sprung to his feet, to see what was the matter?
“Something just touched me!” Madeline said with a fright.
“It was nothing”, Len said, “Go to sleep and Good Night!”
In a very short while, Len’s eyes opened wide,
“Something touched me too”, he said with a sigh.
All through the night, the haunting took place
With ghostly fingers caressing their toes to their face.
In the morning light, they were took by surprise
For looking right at them was a pair of mouse eyes.
“Good Fripse!” Len shouted, as he made a great clout.
But the Christmas mouse clamoured, until he got out.
“A mouse in the house, I will not have it,” he said
So he set the traps all around the house and under the bed.
To the sound of a squeal, Madeline later arose
And saw the Christmas mouse trapped, by one of his toes.
“It’s a sin to kill it, but Len must not know,”
She whispered as she released him on the fresh fallen snow.
So if ever in your travels you meet a limping little mouse
It might be the one evicted from Len Strang’s house.
Madeline has taught a lesson for one and for all,
We are all God’s creatures, whether great or small.
To live out our lives, we all have the right,
So Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!