In a barnyard deep, where fowls reside, A chicken chirped, "Merry Christmas, my friend." But a turkey replied, with a gruff, harsh tone, "Sod off, you feathered fool, leave me alone!"
The chicken, shocked, with ruffled feathers, Clucked in dismay, her heart feeling heavy. "Why so glum?" she asked, "What's the cause for such strife?" The turkey sighed, his voice heavy with life.
"Every year," he groaned, with a sigh so deep, "Festive cheer turns into my darkest sleep. For I'm the main course, the dish of the day, And my fate is sealed, come Christmas morn's gray."
The chicken, touched, felt a pang of empathy, For the turkey's plight, his fear and anxiety. "But fear not, my friend," she chirped with a smile, "Your life is precious, your value worthwhile."
She hopped closer, her voice soft and kind, "You're more than just meat, you're a feathered mind. You're a creature of grace, with a heart so bold, And your spirit will shine, even in a cold fold."
The turkey's eyes softened, his feathers aglow, As the chicken's words touched his heart's very core. He realized then, with a newfound zest, His life was a gift, a precious bequest.
So, the chicken and turkey, in unity bound, Celebrated Christmas, their spirits unbound. They danced and they sang, their voices so clear, In the barnyard's embrace, their worries grew near.
For Christmas was more than just feasting and cheer, It was about love, friendship, and shedding one's fear. And the chicken and turkey, their bond ever strong, Embraced the season, where kindness belongs.
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