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Beloved Bunny
Beatrice gazed lovingly at her old stuffed bunny. It was the floppy kind, with long legs, arms, and ears. The bunny’s eyes were rubbed off, and the fur was so worn, it was missing in places. Beatrice looked over the seams - most of which had been re-sewn. The bunny had begun it’s life with a beautiful, chocolate-brown color, but it was now patches of dirty-brown, tan, and even off-white. There was a large, greenish grass stain on the back of the head, and the glue residue from stickers on it’s arm that refused to come off.
She thought back to when she had first gotten the stuffed bunny for Christmas. “Bunnies are for Easter, not Christmas,” she had said when she opened the gift so many years ago. She had thrown the bunny back in it’s box and sulked for a minute before turning to her other gifts.
After all the gifts were opened, little Beatrice couldn’t help but think of how sad that poor stuffed bunny was, all alone in it’s box and unloved. She couldn’t stop thinking about it all through Christmas dinner and carols by the piano. Finally, when she was allowed to play with her toys, she picked up the bunny and saw on it’s tag that it’s name was Tinsel, the Christmas Bunny. Looking closer, Beatrice noticed that the bunny’s soft fur was mixed with silver tinsel, which made it sparkle. She fell in love with the stuffed bunny then and there.
Since then, Beatrice took the bunny with her everywhere she went; out to play in the backyard, shopping with Mommy, and to her friends’ houses. She and the bunny were inseparable. Even as a teenager and young woman, when all the other childhood toys were thrown out, Beatrice kept her stuffed bunny, although she no longer carried it with her anymore.
Now that she was a grandmother, she wanted to give her four-year-old granddaughter something special for Christmas this year. She couldn’t believe her luck when she spotted a ‘Tinsel, the Christmas Bunny’ in an old toy store. She took the bunny home, placed it in a box with tissue paper, and wrapped it with a large bow.
On Christmas morning, Beatrice watched her granddaughter open her gifts. When she got to the one with the stuffed bunny, the little girl cried out, “Bunnies are for Easter, not Christmas!” and dropped the bunny back into the box. Beatrice smiled and thought about all the happy memories her granddaughter was going to have with that old, stuffed bunny.
She thought back to when she had first gotten the stuffed bunny for Christmas. “Bunnies are for Easter, not Christmas,” she had said when she opened the gift so many years ago. She had thrown the bunny back in it’s box and sulked for a minute before turning to her other gifts.
After all the gifts were opened, little Beatrice couldn’t help but think of how sad that poor stuffed bunny was, all alone in it’s box and unloved. She couldn’t stop thinking about it all through Christmas dinner and carols by the piano. Finally, when she was allowed to play with her toys, she picked up the bunny and saw on it’s tag that it’s name was Tinsel, the Christmas Bunny. Looking closer, Beatrice noticed that the bunny’s soft fur was mixed with silver tinsel, which made it sparkle. She fell in love with the stuffed bunny then and there.
Since then, Beatrice took the bunny with her everywhere she went; out to play in the backyard, shopping with Mommy, and to her friends’ houses. She and the bunny were inseparable. Even as a teenager and young woman, when all the other childhood toys were thrown out, Beatrice kept her stuffed bunny, although she no longer carried it with her anymore.
Now that she was a grandmother, she wanted to give her four-year-old granddaughter something special for Christmas this year. She couldn’t believe her luck when she spotted a ‘Tinsel, the Christmas Bunny’ in an old toy store. She took the bunny home, placed it in a box with tissue paper, and wrapped it with a large bow.
On Christmas morning, Beatrice watched her granddaughter open her gifts. When she got to the one with the stuffed bunny, the little girl cried out, “Bunnies are for Easter, not Christmas!” and dropped the bunny back into the box. Beatrice smiled and thought about all the happy memories her granddaughter was going to have with that old, stuffed bunny.