Not a creature was stirring...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Quite a lot of stirring through the house on Christmas eve. Some refreshments were left out for Father Christmas by the fireplace, along with some glittery oats his reindeer.