Years ago, I began collecting small Christmas mice that I found at holiday bazaars and in gift shops. This year, Starbucks featured a small stuffed mouse with the lofty name of Huxley. He was so engaging that I bought two of him, and he/they have settled on the ledge of the third floor of the house. He joins six other mice who have lived here with me for some time, so I'm sure they are all getting to know each other as they congregate around a couple of old antique doll chairs that have been in the family for three generations.
They are my symbols of the holiday season, with their smiling faces and festive costumes. I smile every time I pass by, and I often imagine one of them smiles back at me. It sounds like something a Christmas mouse would do!
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