Twas the night before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the farm,
All the horses were sleeping, all safe, snug and warm.
The stockings were hung by the stall doors with care,
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The horses were nestled all warm in their beds,
While visions of sweet treats danced through their heads.
The weanlings, the yearlings and even the twins,
The mares and stallions were dreaming of wins.

When out in the paddock there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
I dashed to the barnyard to see what I could see
There in the moonlight.....how could it be?

It wasn't St Nick....nor his reindeer
Not a sleigh nor an elf anywhere
Instead I could see in the moonlight
A new tradition that seemed so right

Up on the barn top all glistening and white
Was a magical horse in the crisp snowy night.
An Arabian horse with his head held aloof
Snorting and blowing up there on my roof.

Ears locked tight, his nostrils did flare
Black eyes bulging at all that was there
He looked like a vision all power and might
As he stood there surveying this farm in the night.

Flagging his tail and tossing his mane
Pawing the snow and blowing again!
Strapped to his back were bundles of red,
Filled with treats and toys for horses in their bed.

From the rooftop he bounded on down to the stalls
Leaving his presents for one and for all.
At each door he stopped and called out a name
Filled up the stocking and snorted again!

Heiress, Rhapsody, Dancer and Dare,
Legacy, Dandy, and of course..... Solidare
Andy and Pat, followed by Gypcy and Faye
Lucy, Faith, Lilly and Hope, who else could he say?

On to the twins, Trouble and Surprise
He's got to be finished before the sunrise!
Reflection and Rose, still more to see
Percy, Suede, Aana and Vee

In the next barn Echo, Scarlet, Louie and Tag
One more horse gets the gift from the bottom of the bag.
Before leaving the last barn, going into the night
This horse whirled around to check everything's right.

Twenty-eight horses, twenty-eight calls
Twenty-eight presents, no stockings too tall.
Each one filled clear up to the brim
Big ones and little ones, fat and thin.......

There were apples and carrots and peppermints too
Sweet things and cookies and toys to chew
A treat for the kitties, maybe MiKael, Lindsay and Dave
Of course the humans would have to behave!

Then tossing his head and whinnying a proud call
This magical Arabian blessed one and all
He leapt in the air, climbed through the sky
I couldn't believe it, this horse could fly!

Over the rooftops, then he circled the creek
Still I expected he'd land in a heap!
But he flew higher with no wings in sight
Springs on his hooves......could that be right?

Zig-zagging proudly up over my farm
Still snorting and blowing, it made my heart warm
I called his direction as he cantered out of sight
Merry Christmas to All and to all a good night!



I own a print of this artwork. The artist is Sprague.

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