On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
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| "Three French Hens" by Dylan Meconis (Etsy) |
A clutch of them
chirped and stared
Their beady black
eyes up in the air
They watched as
goslings did
Until their mother
came and they fed.
Not the hardened
corn spread,
But the warm milk
that was heaven's sent.
It was upon each
Christmas day
That a glass would
be put by the hay
Left for the father
rooster and pheasants
Who would leave the
most wonderful presents
So in the morning
they would say,
“I have three
french hens in the hay.”
They would one day
pluck their feathers
Shedding their
younger years away
To have goslings of
their own
And repeat this
very same day.
For it is in the
Christmas spirit to pass on
The story for many
more generations to come.
So a clutch of them
chirped and stared
Their beady eyes up
in the air
And they watched
like goslings did
At their mother
every single year.
Question: "What traditions do you pass on to your younger generations?"
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