Several days before Christmas the Teenie Weenies were gathered about the tiny fireplace in the shoe house living room one evening after supper. The Lady of Fashion was telling a Christmas story, and most of the little folk were there except the Dunce, who had been sent to bed for peeping into Christmas packages. It was a cold, clear night and presently three mice tiptoed through the snow and took up a position near the shoe house porch. One of the mice unfolded a bit of paper and there was much quiet clearing of mousy throats.

"Now! One, two, three!" whispered one of the mice, beating time with his paw, and the three mice burst into a song that brought the Teenie Weenies tumbling out of the house. In spite of the cold, the Dunce climbed out of bed. Crawling out of a window, he walked bare-footed right out onto the snow-covered roof of the porch.

The three mice sang with all their might, especially the youngest one, who had a rather squeaky voice. The Teenie Weenies couldn't make out all of the words of the carol. It was a short song and the mice sang if over and over until the Teenie Weenies finally had to invite the mice into the house, for Teenie Weenie toes had begun to ache with the cold.

The singers were the two respectable mice and their young cousin. They told the Teenie Weenies that their aunt, who lives in a public library, and who is the author of much mousy verse, had written the song. As some of the words had been lost in the confusion of voices, the Chinaman read the words of the song to the Teenie Weenies, and this is what he read:

We come to sing our Christmas cheer
And wish you luck throughout the year.
We pray no catses catches you,
And hope the same of trapses, too.

"A pretty song," said the Lady of Fashion, "and it is nice of you to sing for us."

"The singing would have been better," confided one of the respectable mice in a whisper to the Lady of Fashion, "if we hadn't had our young cousin with us. His mother wrote the song and so we had to bring him along. He thinks he's a great singer, but he means well."

The young cousin complained of a sore throat, and after the Teenie Weenie Doctor had given him some medicine, he advised the mouse to quit singing and take a long rest. This was very gratifying to the two respectable mice.