Christmas on Mulligans’ Farm.
At a quarter to seven on Christmas morning,
The farmyard choir commenced performing.
The hens lead-in – Bok bok begin.
Then bar by bar the sheep joined in.
A donkey brayed, some horses neighed,
The cows crooned moo, an egg was laid!
Then Tom the cat and Mrs. Mittens,
Meowed and purred with their three kittens.
Ensuing this; a quiet rest,
A morning banquet; the very best!
A cup of tea; a fruit mince pie,
Good hay and grain to feed the choir.
The singers resumed; fine-tuning their voices;
For Handel’s Messiah; what fine Christmas choices!
The lead dog howled Bach, and the others joined in;
A Christmas Oratorio fit for a king!
The audience cheered, the dog took a bow,
So too the others, and finally the cow.
Then onto the stage- the pièce de résistance;
The turkey arrived; a special appearance.
She sang with such joy; her small repertoire;
Each Christmas her singing gets better by far.
And so – this is Christmas on Mulligans’ farm.
And the gift is quite simple and has so much charm.
This story’s a gift and the wish is for you;
For peace and for hope the whole year through.
By Louise McCarthy.