Rabbit didn’t get what he wanted for Christmas.
He wanted to go faster.
Santa looked at Rabbit’s name on The List (contrary to popular belief, Santa is a nondualistic deity – he has only one list) and shook his head with a knowing smile; he knew what Rabbit really needed.
So Santa broke Rabbit’s legs for Christmas.
Veterinarian nurses set Rabbit’s legs in casts for to begin healing. Unable to run, Rabbit succumbed to existential ennui and spiraled into a depression.
He blamed Santa for his misery and in fits of rage he would scream His name and rip every image of His face out of the magazines he could reach.
Even under the careful supervision of animal hospital nurses, Rabbit got himself hooked on painkillers.
When he was out of the hospital but still unable to walk, Rabbit locked himself in his apartment and watched reruns of old races. He grew a beard and became emaciated. He drank a lot – his breath reeked and his blood pressure was low. Somewhere inside of him a still, small voice screamed out for life out but he poured liquor over it until it gurgled and drowned.
Other animals called to check in on him sometimes but he pissed on his phone in a drunken stupor one night and didn’t bother to replace it.
One day he was wheeling himself out for bologna and milk. While crossing the road in a blank daze he looked up just in time to see the headlights of a pickup truck bearing down on him. He clenched his muscles and gritted his teeth, waiting for the impact, and heard a mighty crunch. Seconds later he felt a breeze on his bare fur and he opened his eyes to see his wheelchair in the middle of the road, crushed.
His little rabbit hands felt around his body. He was surprised to find that he was both alive and crying. While he had been busy being a miser, his legs had healed; it was a surprise and a relief to find that he had a will to live.
Rabbit saw the world anew.
He got a job at an organic grocery store and eventually entered in another race. This time, before the race, instead of boasting and ridiculing the other racers, he made friends and tried his best. He won bronze and was given a sportsmanship award. It felt good to run and he was thankful for his new friendships.
The following Christmas he wrote a letter to Santa that said thanks for the gift of Appreciation, and could his lessons this year maybe be a bit more… straightforward?
Santa laughed and fired up his sleigh.
Here’s to perseverance this holiday season – and to getting exactly what you need.