A long time ago, in a Mouse-Hole far,far, away...
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for a mouse.
Sat the mouse Fred,
Without visions of sugarplums dancing through his head.
For he could not sleep,
He knew it was true,
Because he wanted to see the big fat man
All dressed in red, not blue
Come down the chimney and deliver the presents,
It was all part of his plan.
For in secret, Fred the mouse
Was going to kidnap Santa
And make him miss every house.
He knew that a hefty ransom would be paid
And lots of money
Would be made
For the people couldn't live
Without their precious Kris Kringle
And never again would they hear a jingle.
He did so, and got shot in the chest
But still he managed to take out quite a few of his police guests
And finally got to have a good rest.
The moral of the story: Don't try to kidnap Santa.