For the First Sunday of Advent (not advertising)

For the First Sunday of Advent, I have a poem for you here; the names can be swapped out...

The Christmas Mouse

The Christmas mouse is curious
even to learned people.
For only once in all the year
do its tracks become visible.

With traps and with rat poison
you cannot catch this mouse.
As far as that is concerned,
it has never been caught in the net.

All year long this mouse
causes people no trouble.
But suddenly out of its hole
it creeps on Christmas Day.

For example, of the festive cookies,
which Mother had hidden well,
suddenly the very best was gone
on the first Christmas morning.

Everyone said it straight out:
I didn't take it!
It must have been the Christmas mouse
that came overnight!

Another time even
JONATHAN's marzipan disappeared:
which was strange and astonishing,
for no one ever found it later.

SARAH called out straight away:
I didn't take it!
It must have been the Christmas mouse
that came overnight!

A third time, from the tree
on which the baubles hung,
a meringue Santa disappeared,
along with other tasty things.

ANIKA said it straight out:
I didn't take it!
It must have been the Christmas mouse
that came overnight!

And HANS and NICI and JOJO,
they cried, what a nuisance!
The wicked mouse is back again
and right on the holiday!

Only SABINE spoke no word of complaint.
She said without beating around the bush:
Once the sweets are gone,
the mouse will have vanished too!

And it was really true: the mouse stayed away
as soon as the tree had been emptied,
as soon as the last festive cookie 
had been eaten and consumed.

If someone now says that in their house,
with little Franz and little Lieschen - 
there was no Christmas mouse,
then I have my doubts.

But I say nothing that would offend anyone!
You'd like that, wouldn't you!
What one thinks of Christmas mice
is left up to everyone.

Wunderbar, Sabine. So ein süßes Gedicht. Ich würde mich gerne anschließen, aber ich denke ich lass das lieber ;D
LG Steffi

Schade Steffi,
jetzt hast du mich neugierig gemacht :-) Das Gedicht hat meine Mutter irgendwo gefunden und auf meine Familie umgeschrieben... das gab beim Vorlesen tolles Gekicher.

Süß :-)

Das Gedicht hab ich früher als Kind auswendig gelernt und es gerne Weihnachtsmänner auf Weihnachtsmärkten vorgetragen. :-)
Die ersten 3 strofen kann ich sogar immer noch. Obwohl es locker 25 jahre her ist. 
Ich wünsche euch auch alle einen schönen 1. Advent

Unsere Tochter hatte es in der Grundschule. Dort haben sie das mit mehreren Kindern bei der Weihnachtsfeier vorgetragen. Wirklich sehr süß!

Gute Dinge verjähren nicht :-)