Christmas Cluck

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!!.