Not a creature was stirring…

Not even this Annalee Mobilitee Christmas mouse from 1965.


I think he originally had a Santa hat and held something. A Santa sack? A sign that read “Merry Christmas?”   I don’t know. I gave him a vintage ornament to hold. He might have even had a beard. He’s posing on the corner of a green flocked Tammis Keefe tablecloth.

Poor little guy; he was left until Christmas Eve at the thrift store. (All Christmas items 75% off!) He’s not desirable or valuable in his condition. He came home to This Old Row House along with Gingerbread Girl for 25 cents. I figured they might end up in a dumpster, which would be sad.


Gingerbread Girl is smiling despite the loss of most of her rickrack icing. At least her arms and legs haven’t been chewed off. Maybe she was glad for a bath and a tumble in the dryer.

Both of them belong to the Land of Misfit Toys. (I admit, I have a soft spot for misfits.) Next year I’ll fix them up with a little sewing magic.

For now, all is calm. The glue gun and oven are cold. The sewing room is still. Soon we’ll head off to wish friends a very Merry Christmas before driving home in the chill to our empty nest of a house. Tomorrow will bring the noise and joy of kids and grandkids. I can’t wait!

So here’s wishing a Merry Christmas to you! And to all, a Good Night!