T'was the Night Before Christmas..........2010

You'll have to indulge me on this one. This version has been running around in my head all week so I finally made the necessary modifications so here it goes......

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T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the farm,
The critters 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.

Arabian horses nestled all warm in their beds,
While visions of sweet treats danced in their heads.
The weanling, the yearling 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 and what I could see
There in the moonlight.............how could it be?

It wasn't St Nick.... nor his team of reindeer
Not a sign of a sleigh nor an elf anywhere.
But off in the distance framed in the moonlight
A new holiday 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, Tango.....last foal for Solidare
Andy and Pat, followed by Gypcy and Faye
Lucy, Faith, Lilly and Hope, who else could he say?

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

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

Thirty Arabian horses, thirty one names he did call
Thirty- one presents, with no stockings too tall.
Each one filled clear up to the brim
Big ones and little ones, fat ones and thin.......

There were apples and carrots and peppermints too
Sweet things like cookies, then toys to chew
A treat for the kitties, Jasmine and Squeaker
A treat for the puppies, Delilah and Sugar.

Maybe a treat for MiKael, Lindsay and Dave
First did the humans have to behave?
Thirty-one names this stallion did call
Why was she mentioned if for nothing at all?

With a toss of his head, then a mysterious beckon
Something amazing was next or so I did reckon.
Then from out of the darkness a sassy gray mare
Prancing and happy....joined him there.

The hugest doe eyes you ever did see
Dancing and imp like and talking to me
Forelock to her nostrils, mane thick and long
Bloody red marking up there where it belonged

Tossing her head and calling to me
I knew in an instant who it was, I did see
Such a Christmas present I never did dare
Imagine this visit from my Solidare

Those eyes told the story
They told me, "Do not worry
No longer crippled, no longer in pain"
This magnificent mare was whole once again


Only there for an instant this vision did come
She made a quick tour of her former home.
Soothing all those who'd missed her so
With a special nicker for Tango before she did go.

Both tossing their heads and whinnying proud calls
These magical Arabians blessed one and all
They leapt into the air, climbed through the sky
I couldn't believe it, these horses could fly!

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

Zig-zagging proudly up over my farm
Still snorting and blowing, it made my heart warm
I called their direction as they 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. I own several of here prints.

Tomorrow, I resume with lytha's visit to this farm. Maybe it was her trip that brought Solidare so much to the fore front in my mind this week. Who Knows!

Merry Christmas, Everyone!


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