A Christmas Cuddle
A sweet poem about talking rabbits
Sorry for my last post, y’all. I was feeling FEELINGS. But now that that is out of my system, here is a poem I wrote a few years ago, a little story about some rabbits at Christmastime. It’s a great one to read to your kiddos! Enjoy!
On a frosty, snowy day
with warm sun in the sky
a speckled hare of brown and grey
hopped to and fro nearby.
Across the wooded, winter field
something glistened bright.
Another rabbit hopped as well
it’s coat a crisp, clean white.
The speckled hare had caught a glimpse
of the rabbit white as snow.
excited to be introduced
it hopped to say “hello.”
Across the field it bounded so
atop covered twigs and hay.
Snow scrunched under padded feet,
the rabbit’s jumps were gay.
Upon approach the furry friend
did stop and say “good-day,”
“I saw you from across the field,
and hopped without delay.”
“My name is Sir Jellybean,
and may I ask you yours?”
The brown rabbit replied in haste,
He said “My name’s Sir George.”
“I come from land just north of here,
in woods nearby a lake.
I’m foraging treats for Christmas day,
to my family I will take.”
“And what are you, sir George the hare
doing in this cold?”
Sir George said quietly aloud,
“I got lost on the road.”
“I was hopping, as I do
enjoying the sights and sounds,
and somewhere in my travels
I did get a bit turned around.”
“Well that’s a shame to hear my friend,”
Sir Jellybean replied.
“If you need a place to rest,
my home is just nearby.”
Filled with thanks and wonder
Sir George, his head did bow,
“What a generous offer,
I’ll accept as you allow.”
“However, before we go
I wonder if I might
help you gather tasty things
to thank your family right.”
And so the two new furry friends
did gather bark and twigs.
They even found some clover hid
amongst the snowy hay sprigs.
And as the sun was setting fast
in winter as it does,
the two new friends, they bounded home
their chatter was abuzz.
Sir Jellybean hopped to the door
and open it he did,
And there Sir George smelled lovely things,
at home he felt within.
Inside the snow clad home there stood
a small green Christmas tree.
Sir Jellybean’s young, shaggy kits
stood nearby, there were three.
And near the tree was a dazzling thing
whose fur was dark as night.
“This is Lady Melanite,
she is my lovely wife.”
“A pleasure it is to meet you all,
and many thanks abound,
Sir Jellybean did rescue me
when I was turned around.”
“It is with pleasure we welcome you,
do please come and sit down.
Our home is warm with holiday cheer,
so let us visit now.”
And so the six new fuzzy mates
Sang songs of yuletide joy.
They filled their bellies full of treats
as the fire roared.
And as the clock ticked “one, two, three,”
the fire did burn low.
These kindred friends began to doze
while outside fell the snow.
And as they slept the snow came down,
and thus they cuddled near
to keep each other warm that night—
their bond, it did endear.
In the ‘morn the birds they chirped
just as the sun did rise,
and Lady Melanite awoke,
she opened up her eyes.
To her surprise she found five gifts
underneath the tree.
She woke her husband, Jellybean
as she could hardly believe.
And on the table was a note
written on bark with ash.
It was from their new friend Sir George,
to thank them for the holiday bash.
“To my new friends: with gratitude
on this Christmas day.
You opened up your home to me,
when you could have said ‘go away!’”
“And so to thank you for the kindness
you bestowed upon me,
I’ve left five gifts—one for each,
underneath the tree.”
“May they keep you warm and dry,
as winter rages on.
I hope one day we’ll meet again,
when spring birds sing their songs.”
And so the rabbit family
opened up their gifts of five.
Inside each box were sweaters made
of ferns and dried beehives.
They wore their jumpers as they ate
their Christmas mulch and bark.
And spoke with joy of their new friend,
Sir George, the hare with the big heart.
And so it was with Melanite,
and George and Jellybean.
Their Christmas spirit blazed a-bright
for all the world to see.