It was the night before Christmas.

Everyone was getting ready for bed.

Including a little mouse. That was me. Stilton. Benjamin Stilton. I am Geronimo's nephew.

I couldn't wait. For it was the night I would see Santa Claus.

It was every mouselets dream to see him.

I put on my pajamas. I turned off the lights. I jumped into bed.

I waited. Waited patiently for Santa to come.

I was just beginning to doze off when I heard something.

I looked out the window.

There were twelve reindeer and a sleigh on top of my neighbor's house.

And there, a big mouse in a red suit carrying a huge bag jumped down their chimney.

"Santa Claus," I gasped.

The mouse jumped back up and flew to my house.

I jumped into my bed.

"Ho, ho, ho," I heard someone chuckle.

I began singing in a soft voice.

"You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming to town.
He's making a list,
He's checking it twice,
He's going to find out who's naughty or nice,
Santa Claus is coming to town.
He knows if you are sleeping,
He knows if you're awake,
He knows if you've been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake.
So, you better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming to town."

As I went to sleep, I said, "I will always believe in you."