Excerpt: "This is the song the little canary bird sang in her gold cage while Little Jack Rabbit polished the front door knob and Lady Love made the stuffing for the big turkey. And just then the telephone bell rang and Uncle John Hare, the old gentleman rabbit, said, "Hello! I want to speak to Little Jack Rabbit." "Wait a minute," said the little Black Cricket who had answered the telephone because Lady Love was busy and Little Jack Rabbit couldn't leave the door knob all covered with wet polish, and she ran out to the front porch and said: "Uncle John wants to speak to you on the 'phone." Well, by this time, the door knob was polished nice and dry, so the little rabbit hopped inside. "Hello, it's me," said the little bunny, although my teacher always told me to say, "It's I," but never mind, Uncle John knew what the little rabbit meant, just the same. "What do you want for Xmas?" asked the dear, kind, old gentleman rabbit. "Tell me a thousand things, and then you can't guess what I'm going to get." So the little rabbit thought and thought, and by and by, after a while, and maybe a little longer, he thought of 999. But, oh dear me, he couldn't think of just one more. Wasn't that too bad?"