They sat in a circle upon the barn floor around the heap of corn and
sewed it into strings which Granny Whiskers tossed upon the branches
of their tree. Granny was as interested as the youngsters in the
Christmas doings.

Another evening, Uncle Squeaky brought home some peppermints and
checkermints.

"Here, kiddies, sew some thread through these candies and hang 'em on
your tree," he grinned.

"Oh, how pretty!" cried Dot, when the pink and white candies were
swinging among the green branches.

At last came Christmas Eve.

"We have a Christmas tree and it is all trimmed lovely," lisped Tiny,
"but do you s'pose there'll be any presents like Ruth and Robert
Giant had on their tree?"

"They say that Santa comes down from the North Pole on his sled drawn
by swift reindeer and brings a great pack filled with presents for
good little mice," said Grand-daddy.

"But you must all go to bed early, for he would not want you peeping
while he trimmed your tree," added Granny.

It was not easy to go to sleep on Christmas Eve. But at last, Baby
Squealer stopped squealing; the twins giggled themselves to the Land