It is the holiday season, and all through the houses, every creature is stirring, from people, to mice.

The decorations are arranged,and most family traditions still haven't changed.

Children are outside in the snow, and being very fair, with their hats' large pompoms dancing in the air.

Parents in their down jackets, and children in their boots, have just set outside to shop for new snow suits.

When families in the store argue all day, they place their items on the counters and are ready to pay.

Away to their car they go in the snow, as the toddlers watch in amazement as snowflakes begin to blow.

The full moon that night hit the houses and the bare trees, somehow putting tired families at a relaxed ease.

Even at late night, bright and lit cars passed the houses, making all awake children yell in their tiny, night blouses.

The cars held cheerful drivers, all rosy and pink, and parents knew at once who was at their properties' brink.

More rapid than cheetahs the relatives stepped out, and all of the hosts began to yell and shout.

" Now Linda! Now Marie! Now Tom and Aunt Mary! Come on Alexandra! Don't be afraid, Uncle Perry!"

To the top of the front steps, to the vast and large porch, relatives brought suitcases, and for light used a torch.

As the shopping families had raced to their cars before, guests run into the house to hosts they adore.

So the luggage is all brought inside, filled with wonderful gifts that everyone is trying to hide.

And then, in a second, the children heard a soft little hoot, as well as the very suttle shuffling, of each little boot.

As they all ran down the stairs and were skipping to the front door, they suddenly got glimpses of many pairs of boots on the floor.

The guests walked in, wearing jackets lined with fur which was fake, covered in a dusting of beautiful, shimmering, very white snowlflakes.

They all had wet backpacks slung over their backs, and they all looked like school kids, wearing wornout slacks.

Their eyes-- how they sparkled, their wet skin so pale, their lips were like blueberries, they looked like minors from a classic fairy tale.

Their flyaway hair looked as damp as wet pine tree trunks, and some of it stuck up, making them look like heavy metal punks.

The hems of hats held on to their heads, but when they took them off, they looked like they just got out of their beds.

Their faces all had dimples, and very plump cheeks,but when they all laughed, sounds came out in squeaks.

Some were very round and others were petite, so when the children saw them closely, they smiled at the relatives they were eager to greet.

The guests all had jolly old smiles and faces so bright, exciting the children and assuring the parents that nobody would go back to sleep that night.

Aunt Mary and Linda talked nonstop and didn't take time to settle down, until everyone else forced them to take off their coats, each revealing an elegant evening gown.

And after laying a hand by every child's face, the guests were led upstairs to settle in their space.

They jumped on to their beds, and let out tired sighs, but a few seconds later got up and for some reason, insisted on baking pies.

Later that night when everyone was tucked in, the tiny little cousin said his first words, "Happy holidays everybody, happy holidays to the alults and the children!"