12/15/2025
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the coop-house, the chickens weren’t stirring, just an occasional mouse.
The stockings were hung by the nesting boxes with care, with hopes that St. Nicolas would soon be there.
The chickens were snuggled upon their roost- beds, while visions of mealworms danced in their heads.
When out in the chicken run there arose such a clatter, I looked on my Coop Ring Cam to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a tiny man with a sleigh (but no reindeer).
He reached onto the roost bars and grabbed the chickens- spotted, black, and red. He strapped them to reins in front of the sled.
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name, “Now Kathmac! Now Rico, now Joe and Dot! Take flight right now, or go to the soup pot!
To the top of the coop, to the top of the sky! Your mom cut your wings, but I’ll help you fly!”
So up to the housetop the chickens they flew,
With the sleigh full of gifts—and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the steep
The clicking and scratching of tiny chicken feet.
I went to the living room , my head turned around.
Down our chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
Chicken keeper gifts were flung on his back. He looked like a feed store employee opening his pack.
He filled all the stockings, and turned with a prance. Then to my surprise, he did the chicken dance.
And giving a nod, up the chimney he went. The rooftop chickens were cackling, they were totally spent.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, they shot off like a mistle.
I took to the bed after all that I’d seen. Old Kathmac hasn’t flown off the ground since a teen.
THEN I AWAKENED and realized I was dreaming. Before bed I had watched chicken videos streaming.
I check my Coop Ring Cam, all chickens were sleeping tight. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!