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This is an allegory about Hitler.....I assumed that Jewish people must eat Hanukah cake instead of Christmas cake...So sue me... According to [EnglishTeacher] it is probably the best piece of writing she has ever read  from a student....I think it is crap....

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

But a creature was stirring, the mouse was awake and eating a piece of fresh Hanukkah cake.

 To the mouse (who shall henceforth be referred to as Mr. Mouse) this delicious treat had lost its taste. This cake reeked of rejection, tasted of terror and left a bitter after-taste of death. This cake, or rather the holiday that it celebrated was what had seen many mice like Mr. Mouse torn from their homes, tortured and eventually killed.

Twas the night before Christmas and on the other side of town not a creature was conscious especially that one drunk clown.

But a creature was conscious a cat was awake and fantasizing about the unworthy lives he could take.

This cat (who shall henceforth be referred to as Mr. Cat) had spent years fighting his way through the ranks dreaming of the day when he, as leader of the country of Bacteriany, could purify the streets by disposing of the scum that were the mice. That day had come. Mr. Cat was the cheese in the much-needed trap that was his government, he could make it all click together into the fast, efficient killing machine to  pay the enemy back for the losses Bacteriany had suffered.  And the enemy was of course our friend Mr. Mouse back at his little mouse house.

Twas the night before Christmas and out on the streets not a creature was twitching not even their feet.

But a creature was twitching, a rabbit was awake, wishing for more time, oh the changes he would make.

This poor old rabbit (who shall henceforth be referred to as Mr. Rabbit) had once been very high up as one of the leaders of the old government, the Llama Republic. Now, with all his friends and colleagues, he had been thrown out on the street by the one and only Fat Cat (aka. Mr. Cat). Oh if only he could have gone back in time to save his country. He would have persuaded his colleagues to vote for someone else. This unnecessary killing could stop and it would be Mr. Rabbit instead of the Fat Cat who sat on the mat wearing the hat and ordering round the rats. If only...

Twas the night before Christmas and in the biggest ghetto not a creature was watching out of their grimy window.

But a creature was watching, a rat lay in wait for someone, not just anyone, to take that carefully lain bait.

This rat (who shall henceforth be referred to as Mr. Rat) was a contracted worker, one of the all too few in the country. But Mr. Rat was not just any type of contracted worker, his contract was to kill. And that was the precise reason why he lay in wait in the smallest, grubbiest part of the ghetto where all the mice lived.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

But a creature was stirring Mr. Mouse sat awake, he was waiting for a friend to share some of his cake.

A knock on the door, Mr Mouse jumped up with glee, that must be his friend from Ghetto Lane Number Three.

He pulled open the door and was quite taken aback, there stood a large rat in a shirt of black.

“You must have the wrong place” he said suddenly, “I was expecting a friend over for tea.”

“ Oh well,” sneered Mr. Rat, “I'm here so I'll stay, now what are you having for supper, today?”

“Cake,” gasped Mr. Mouse, “but it is quite small, enough for you? Not at all.”

“Enough of that cheek,” Mr Rat said, “I'm taking you away.”

And they left with Mr. Rat muttering something about never seeing the light of day.

By [Nikkikins]