Deb: A wee mouse snuck into our crawlspace to see what the big
Christmas fuss was all about. He climbed into the birchbark canoe of our
beautiful Canadian Santa and he gobbled all the apples that were in a barrel in
Santa’s canoe. I couldn’t help thinking of his conversation with the mousewife
when he got home as he recounted to her his disappointment as he gnawed on
styrofoam painted apples. He must have been miffed to say the least.
I guess, reeling from his apple disappointment, he decided to
give the dried boxwood wreaths a nosh and cut through them like he was
designing a maze. A mouse maze. Imagine his disappointment when he realized all
too late that they were treated with a preservative to keep them looking fresh.
Again he complains to Mrs. Mouse. I suppose it was at this point that he turned
tail and scurried home, secure in the knowledge that humans were clearly
overrating this holiday of Christmas. I shall not inform him to the contrary.
At this point, with apples and wreaths gobbled, or half gobbled,
I thought I was forced to switch up our Christmas theme and quickly brought
down all the old silver, making little vignettes with vintage trees and silver
tea sets. So our theme this year became sliver and gold with tiny vintage trees
as our guest stars. It’s nice to mix it up once in a while, don’t you think?
Thanks “The Mouses”. Merry Christmouse. Love, The Mochries. xo
Please enjoy the Christmas images below from our home before the
mice start to think they are nice.
