So I wrote this poem the first Christmas with my chickens. I hope you enjoy it and can adapt the verse to your own flock. A very merry Christmas to you and to all you chicken lovers out there! There is nothing to compare with the love of a feathered friend. Hen or rooster. These lovely ladies have changed my life and have given me a completely different perspective of one’s relationship with animals that are mostly considered prey or meat animals by so many in our jaded culture. In saying that, I do not mean to criticize those who raise animals for meat, treat them honorably and humanely, but I will never participate in our country’s factory farming which is such a great contributor to global warming and causes untold suffering for animals. So imagine, just for once that your little flock is composed of individual beings, spirit souls, who possess real personalities and are so much more aware than most people realize. What must Christmas Eve be like for them? Imagine its SO lovely to just imagine, a different world where magic IS possible)
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISMAS IN THE CHICKEN COOP
T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the coop
Not a chicken was stirring
Not even Miss Roo.
The chickies were nestled
All snug on their roost
With visions of sunflower seeds, and oatmeal
Giving them a nice boost.
While Daddy in his long johns
And I in my wrap
Had just settled down under
our fluffy quilt
For a long winter’s nap.
When out in the chicken house
There arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see
What was the matter!
Away to the screen porch I flew with so swift
Wishing I had a web cam on my xmas list!
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Put a shiver down my spine — the temps were zero!
When what to my wondering eyes did I sense
But a miniature wood elf
Unhooking the electric fence!
HIs cheeks were all rosy
He was dressed all in green
A more magical sight
I have ne’er before seen!
A bundle of lights he had slung on his back
And I could see treat balls loaded into his pack.
He spoke not a word but smiled with a sneer
Then said, “We mustn’t forget chickies —
Its THEIR Christmas too, my dear!”
He sprang to the roof of our little garden coop,
Quickly strung all the lights
Then turned with a swoop
Hung little chickie stockings in the run
All in a row
Tossed in all the treat balls, tied up with a bow!
With a snap of his fingers the lights began to glow
And down came the chickens
Strutting all in a row.
Henrietta, Buffy, Yellow Feet and Miss Roo
Don’t you know!
They fluffed all their feathers
Clucked approval with a glance
And we all joined our chickens
In a Christmas Chicken Dance!!
The wood elf just giggled as he re-hooked the fence,
But I heard him exclaim as he pranced on his legs
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all Scrambled Eggs!”