Christmas was an absolute blast up at Tommy’s. Festivities kicked off with a carol concert around the Christmas tree in the east garden, followed by a light snack of sugared fruits, plum pudding and eggnog.
Tommy had invited twenty friends over this year so although the castle was bustling, many paws made light work when it came to festive preparations and washing up.
You may not know this, but mice generally follow the Nordic tradition of giving books on Christmas Eve so that they may snuggle down with a good read whilst waiting for Santa to arrive. However, as is the mouse way, the giving and receiving of literature comes with mouse inspired complications. Within a mouse village, or as in our case within the party at the castle, everyone’s name (with a few suggestions as to their reading preferences) are written and submitted on individual slips of paper some weeks before Christmas and put into any suitable container known as the ‘book pot’. A special day is then called when all mice pick a slip to find out whom they are going to buy for, the name you receive must be kept a secret. Seeing as none of us were at the castle some weeks before the celebrations, Tommy selected slips for us and sent them by post in good time for us all to get to the shops and make our purchases.
Come Christmas Eve, traditionally between the hours of 9.00 and 10.00pm, each mouse must deliver their book to the selected friend. It’s an adrenaline-fueled game to get your book to the intended destination without being spotted by any other mouse, for if caught out you are subject to a forfeit after the Christmas day lunch. As you can imagine, with all mice running around to get their books to the intended destinations within the hour, regard for health and safety generally flies out the window, as do a number of over excited mice! It’s all but impossible not to let out the odd nervous squeak, and only mice with the strongest of constitutions usually manage to hold it together.
I got caught behind the grandfather clock by Filbert and consequentially was made to run around the croquet lawn twice with a pair of underpants on my head, which wasn’t as bad as Tommy who somehow managed to get his head stuck through the staircase banisters and in taking some considerable time to wriggle free was caught by three different mice and subject to a triathlon of forfeits, one of which included an attempt to eat five cheese crackers within a minute. Already bloated after a large Christmas lunch, Tommy failed miserably.
Christmas evening was a slightly more relaxed affair with cheese, biscuits, chutneys and TV dramas around a roaring fire. Tommy passed on the biscuits.
Festivities over I’m back off down to the depot to meet up with Millie for some shopping in the sales before I go off travelling again next year.
Top on my list of purchases, new pants!
Happy New Year Lucy, I hope it’s a good one!
Can you spot Morris at the carol concert? (he’s the one with the very important job). Hope you all had a lovely Christmas, please feel free to hit the comments box and share your festive tales with Morris.
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