twas the day before easter and all through the house, not a damn egg was boiling, and no easter grass. the baskets were still in the attic with dust, and the kids were insisting that huntings a must. so i in my new shorts, quite white with no tan, climbed the ladder to fetch the baskets per my plan, when what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a tiny brown bunny with a bow in his ear. so i turned off my ipod, laid the speakers aside, and grabbed those dang baskets, pushing bunny aside. then the next morning woke with a boy by my bed, saying mummy the bunny’s been here then he led, me past plastics and chocolates and candies galore!, and smiled at the bunny asleep on the floor. the moral i pray and i hope it is clear, isn’t candy nor peep ducks that make this time of year, but the hope and bright eyes of an innocent child, and seeing and feeling his wondrous smile. so i went in the house and i sat on the couch, and i thought to myself what a bit of a louse, to think children just want all the fliff and the fluff, when seeing some bunny that cares is enough….
(a little twist on “twas the night before christmas, written by clement moore”, by me)
