A Tiny Christmas Gift
The mouse awoke to organ music.
“strange” he thought “it’s not Sunday.”
He stirred listlessly
Reawakened by the sound
Of scurrying…whispering
A baby crying…???
On opening his eyes
He gasped….
Two large, brown eyes
Stared over an open mouth.
He froze….not fear
But wonder…
A huge commotion followed.
Nothing to do with him.
Just the preacher
Whispering in his deep voice
And….singing….
He loved the singing
Mostly the hallelujah’s
And the one with the loooong Gloria’s.
He listened for the shuffling
The drone of the people leaving
Peaking out….
He saw those eyes again
The mouth whispered:
“Merry Christmas”.
A small hand left a broken cookie.
The mouse leaned back
Into the arms of the baby
The lights dimmed in the church
The small hand waved goodbye
The boy and the mouse smiled.
©11/25/2022
Writing Challenge - Write A Christmas Poem
Sponsor - Constance LaFrance
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