Twas the night before Christmas,
And we had all gone to bed. When a sound, louder than thunder, Filled us with dread. Charlie looked out, To check out the sound, And there was poor Santa, Crashed into the ground. "Oh no", cried the man Who was all dressed in red. There was a great flash of lightening And my reindeer have fled. "Don't panic", said Charlie, For I have a plan. I will check with the girls And be as quick as I can. So the girls fixed themselves To the side of the sleigh, And with some magic from Santa They were up and away. They travelled over rooftops Delivering the toys To each of the hosueholds, All the girls and the boys. And once they were done, They returned to their coop, Sore and a little tender, And really quite pooped. "Thank you", said Santa, "You've helped save the day, With your energy and spirit, You helped fly my sleigh". "So now get some rest, And tomorrow you can say, That you made a difference, On this Christmas day". So if there's a feather in your house, Then you will know why. Merry Christmas from us, Who says chickens can't fly!!.
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