Let me tell you the story about how I became the Christmas Mouse.

I was a wee mouse, and my family was moving to a new location one winter. A blizzard came upon us, and I got lost. I stumbled around in the snow trying to find anywhere I could shelter, when a bright light appeared a short distance away. I walked toward the light and saw a festively decorated mansion. Hurrying toward the door to see if I could find a way in, a booming voice called out, “Ho ho ho, what have we here?”

A large hand scooped me up, and twinkly eyes looked me over.
"Little mouse, are you lost? Why would you be out on such a night?”

I explained to this jolly fellow what had happened.

Laying a finger aside his nose, he said, “You can live with me until you find your family in the spring.

From that day to this, I have lived in the delightful mansion and helped out how I could, and every Christmas Eve, I get to put the star on top of the tree that stands in the foyer.

Sniff, sniff. I smell something delicious. Do you smell it too? It must be baking day. I feel the urge to sneak into the kitchen and see if I can get a plate of whatever smells so wonderful. Oh, it’s quite fine. I often wander into the kitchen and have a nose around. Sometimes, the head baker leaves a tray for me of the new treats they have made. That smell is pulling me onward. I love tasty snacks. I don’t imagine there is anyone who does not, and I am so lucky to be living here where there is always something delightful to eat.

Oh, my days are so busy, but I am never too busy to stop and have a chat with the elves, the fairies and the reindeer. I gather news from all over, and I have secret tunnels that go through the mansion, so I can get anywhere I need to go very quickly.

Once a year, we have visitors' day; I would love for you to join me, and I can show you around and introduce you to a few of my friends. I have to run now, but it was so nice to meet you.