A long-long time ago on winter night, snow began to fall.
Through window cracks it fell and fell until it covered each wall.

Crisp, winter winds blew the snow into piles.
The swirling snow could be seen for miles.

Just when it looked like there was nowhere to run from this snow cloud in my house.
Behold I was scared for I nearly tripped on a mouse.

The poor little creature had come in from the cold
Along with his family ten thousandfold!

I stopped and I thought, “Do I take pity on them all?”
or do I throw them all out like little bouncing balls?

And so I grabbed their tails as they started to run,
and threw them out one by one.

Before they were all out the door in a row, one turned its head and said “why do humans hate we mice so?”
I chuckled and said “maybe because you’ve all eaten my cheese and cake and cookie dough.”

As the mice wandered off into the cold winter night,
I saw in the distance an unfamiliar light.

It’s glow was warm and it flickered and danced.
As the snow swirled around, I fell into its trance.

A man with a fiddle and a man with a bass, played Christmas music
at that yonder place.
The music that floated gently through the air, spoke of Christ’s wonder,
goodness and grace.

They sang a song of that blessed pair
No room in the inn, were left out in the night air.

The melody went on, it spoke of the fame
Of the prince who came to declare his Father’s name.

And who should appear but the mice I threw far from me.
Their voices sounding like a sweet symphony.

A lump grew in my throat as I looked down in the snow,
There is a lesson here that someone wants me to know.

So I took the scene in afresh and anew.
I paused to ponder like so few do.

“Mr. Mouse, you asked why humans hate you so.
It has something to do with snow.

For in a town, a long time ago,
was born our savior whom we must know.

He brings a future hope of all things new:
A lion with a lamb, and a man with such as you.”

And in this scene of wind, snow and music pleasant,
we remember the Savior as our greatest present.

And once more they lifted their music loud,
for a man named Jesus overcame sin’s shroud.

I said to the mouse “Our sin and hatred He will no longer know,
because of Jesus we can start fresh, white as snow.”

The end.