It's a time for Wabbits to eat bags of lettuce, lashings of carrots, and armfuls of Easter eggs.
Last night The Butler-slash-Boyfriend came home from work and found The White Wabbit under her snugly blanket, with only the tips of her ears sticking out.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"It's cold" she twitched.
"Well light the fire then!" he suggested.
"Wabbits can't light fires; it gets our fur all dirty."
Sometimes The White Wabbit could be a bit naughty; she really didn't want to come out from under her blanket! Husband-slash-Boyfriend sighed, and soon had a nice fire roaring.
He also opened a bottle of red wine; pretty soon, The White Wabbit's whiskers were twitching and her head poked out from under the blanket.
Husband-slash-Boyfriend handed her a lovely glass of Merlot.
She rested her feet over his legs and sighed.
"I really do love this time of year.......pass me another Easter Egg"