\u00a0 ‘Twas the night before Christmas<\/p>\n
And all through the coop,<\/p>\n
Not a chicken was stirring<\/p>\n
Not even their poop.<\/p>\n
The\u00a0chickens were nestled<\/p>\n
All snug in their beds<\/p>\n
\u00a0While visions of mealworms<\/p>\n
Danced in their heads.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Me in my pjs<\/p>\n
\u00a0And Dave in his chair<\/p>\n
Soon gave me to know<\/p>\n
I had not a care.<\/p>\n
When out in the yard<\/p>\n
I heard such a clatter<\/p>\n
I ran to the door<\/p>\n
To see what was the matter.<\/p>\n
Belle and Bonnie were having a rumble<\/p>\n
Biting and jumping<\/p>\n
\u00a0 A right good dog jumble.<\/p>\n
As I came back inside<\/p>\n
And proceeded to bed<\/p>\n
I saw a fat man<\/p>\n
Dressed all in red.<\/p>\n
He looked at me funny,<\/p>\n
He looked at me weird.<\/p>\n
He sure wasn’t Santa<\/p>\n
He had no white beard.<\/p>\n
Instead of a beard he had feathers on his chin<\/p>\n
As I kept staring, he started to grin.<\/p>\n
You don’t know me, do you?<\/p>\n
He asked with a smile.<\/p>\n
I don’t come round usually<\/p>\n
Just once in a while.<\/p>\n
Only to good little hens<\/p>\n
I come to see.<\/p>\n
Your hens have been just as good as can be.<\/p>\n
I’m Chicken Santa,<\/p>\n
I’m new at this job.<\/p>\n
Seeing chickens whose names might be<\/p>\n
Beatrice or Bob.<\/p>\n
I’m bringing the chickens something they want<\/p>\n
Something they usually have to go hunt.<\/p>\n
\u00a0And then in a twinkling he opened his bag.<\/p>\n
What I saw in it made me want to gag.<\/p>\n
\u00a0A big bag of worms squirming around<\/p>\n
Something I don’t see except in the ground.<\/p>\n
He spoke no more to me, but went out to the birds.<\/p>\n
Filled up their feeder without any words.<\/p>\n
And looking at me with nary a sound<\/p>\n
He disappeared from sight as I looked all around.<\/p>\n
But I heard him exclaim, though he wasn’t in sight,<\/p>\n
Merry Chickens to you and to all a good night!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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