As a rule rabbbits don’t look forward to Christmas. After all it has nothing to do with them, unlike Easter, when they are stars, along with Jesus. That is for just one Rabbit who lived in Hastings and had a cross shaped marking on his tummy so his mistress called him Jesus for a joke. The joke stuck and in their house at Christmas lunch he would have a seat at the head of the table and at the end he be given all the sprouts that the other children had left on their plates. True to form on Christmas Eve at 9:00 o’clock Jesus woke up and after a light snack of grass, did his stretches, even though he didn’t need to as rabbits stay quite fit without doing stretches. At 10:30 he smartened up his hutch and straightened his straw bed so that after lunch he could have an extra long nap in the comfy warm straw. At 12:00 o’clock he licked this coat white and fluffy so he looked like a king about to be crowned or a snowball and waited to be collected. At 1:00 o’clock nobody came. Instead his mistress played with her Nintendo and the game was so good she ate all her spouts and completely forgot about Jesus. Everybody did.