CJ’s Corner: Christmas Ain’t Over!

CJ’s Corner is a post written exclusively by Adelle’s rabbit.

There’s been a question nagging at the back of my brain that I presented to Adelle the other day. I asked her if there were, perhaps, any rabbits in the stable when Jesus was born. “Hmm,” she said, “No, CJ, I don’t think so.” That was a bit of a disappointment, to be honest. But Adelle continued— “But I will tell you, CJ, that I’m right sure there were dozens of bunnies in the fields where the shepherds were watching their flocks by night.” That perked me right up!

Christmas Eve, smoke started to seep out of the Big House chimney from the new stove. After a few rounds around the hutch at dusk, I settled into the hay. The deck lights glowed in my bedroom. Through the back screen door to the Big House, I could hear bits of the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols, and then later, Handel’s Messiah.

Late that night, Callie, my white-tail deer friend, woke me up and reminded me of our plans. So we bundled up and joined a gaggle of friends on a caroling expedition! Among us were several more deer, the mockingbirds and chimney swifts, a whole contingent of mice, a flying squirrel, a couple of possums, and one or two stray cats. That nearly left nobody to sing to! But we didn’t mind. We traipsed about, singing at the tops of our lungs, especially to the older folks of our kinds. But mind you, we got quiet when the owls flew past, and steered clear of the ancient, torn up raccoon tree. (Turns out, Bandit was away visiting family, but all the same, that ol’ tree is like a haunted house.) Afterwards (quite after midnight), we dispersed and snoozed the night away.

The next morning, everybody slept in. Everybody. It wasn’t until nine o’clock when I started catching whiffs of cinnamon rolls from the Big House kitchen window. The hens were still half asleep when Adelle opened their door. And then she brought me some treats! First, it was a whole entire apple. Then, pansies! Purple and yellow! Boy oh boy, they’re better than candy. They are to me what Ghirardelli chocolate is to you! I dove into the flowers first.

Later on, Adelle’s family had some company, and so did I. Callie visited again! She may be almost as big as her mother, but she’s still a fawn at heart! We exchanged gifts and laughed about the antics of the night before over hot chocolate. I gave Callie a box of the choicest acorns I’d saved from that fall. (All deer have a weak spot for these.) Callie gave me a woven ball of gourmet bark, including willow, silver maple, and crabapple. (All rabbits have an especially weak spot for these!)

So, here I am, dictating this to Adelle with a mouth full of bark nearly two days later. But who says Christmas has to end on December twenty-fifth?

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