The Night Before Chickmas

It was the Night Before Chickmas when all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cornbread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap

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by hitandrun1964

The Night Before Chickmas

It was the Night Before Chickmas and all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Chickalus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of corn bread danced fast in their heads…

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by hitandrun1964

What if…

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Kinshasa, RD Congo

What if…all the soldiers in the world were to have dinner with those they were fighting against, on December 25th.  A dinner where they would share food, pictures of their families and tell stories about the places they lived.  If they could eat together and laugh together, would they still be able to kill each other the next day?

War is about killing strangers.  If soldiers became friends would war be possible?

 

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by hitandrun1964