One evening Old Father Bun said:
“Are the stockings ready to hang? Because
It is almost time for Santa Claus.”
“There were three stockings”
Old Mother Bun got out a big stocking, a little stocking, and a middle-sized stocking, saying:
“We’ll hang up three, though it seems so funny;
We’ll put one up for the Runaway Bunny.”
So there were three stockings hanging by the fireplace. And every hour it grew nearer and nearer Christmas Eve.
Now wasn’t it odd? At this very minute the Runaway Bunny was saying: