"It was raining hard on Christmas Eve in Caxley and the outlying villages. Mary, old Mrs. Berry's daughter, and her two little girls had just returned from some last-minute shopping. Mrs. Berry and Mary were both widows, but they lived in cheerful routine in their pretty cottage, third along the road that led to Springbourne from the remote village of Shepherd's Cross. The cottage was noted for its hospitality.
"The Christmas tree had been decorated by little Jane and Frances the night before; holly and mistletoe adorned the parlor. In the kitchen the turkey was stuffed and the Christmas pudding made. The children's presents were hidden, ready for stocking and tree. When the girls were at last in bed and the final preparations completed, old Mrs. Berry went upstairs.
"To her horror, a mouse was in the bedroom. There was nothing for it, she said shuddering, but to sleep downstairs by the fire.
"But the mouse was not the only intruder that night. A bedraggled runaway boy, taking refuge from the storm, also entered Mrs. Berry's cottage.
"How she dealt with him, and the smaller intruder upstairs, is told in this latest novel by Miss Read. Miss Read has been promising her fans a new Christmas story since 1966, when she published Village Christmas. Here it is, for every age, as warm as the glowing coals of the cottage fire and the spirit of Christmas itself."
~~front & back flaps
As charming as all the Miss Read books are, drawing the reader into a bygone English age, when life was simpler and much more rural than it is today. To read one of the Thrush Green or Fairacre books is like sitting in front of a cozy fire and traveling to a time when morals were stricter but observed by almost everyone, and life was generally simpler and homier.
It's the same with The Christmas Mouse. The presents for the children are either hand made or bought in the small village with hard earned pennies. The children were delighted with these gifts, and no afraid of the mouse either. The only jarring note was the lengthy sermon Mrs. Berry delivered to poor little Stephen, which of course was a normal thing for the time, and which little Stephen benefited from immensely. Such preaching wouldn't go well with today's children -- my! how times have changed!
But a thoroughly enjoyable novel just the same, especially since read just a few days before Christmas.