‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our home,
Not a creature was stirring, except for one.
Bunny tossed and she turned and she started to fuss.
Then Mama nursed her and softly said, “Hush”.
Poor Bunny was sick with a bit of a fever.
She would fuss any time Mama’s hand would leave her.
Mama was sad that Bunny was sick.
That her first Christmas would be spent like this.
Mama thought of the secrets under the tree.
And how a perfect Christmas would be.
She dreamed of Bunny playing with new toys,
And all of the other Christmastime joys.
Mama hoped Bunny would like Christmas a lot.
Even though little Bunny was not yet a tot,
She was so smart so sweet and so bright.
Mama was reminded of another Christmas night.
When another baby drifted off to sleep,
With His mama holding Him, that baby so sweet.
The gifts He received, gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
And the gift that He gave to save the whole world.
Mama thought of what Christmas was really about,
The love of our God, a love quite devout.
To send His only son to die for our sins,
So we have a chance, in heaven, to live.
Mama softly kissed Bunny on her cheek.
And Mama whispered as she fell back asleep,
After making sure Bunny was all tucked in tight,
“Merry Christmas, my Bunny, have a good night!”