12/25/2020
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the barn
All the creatures were sleeping, all safe, snug and warm.
The feed pails were hung by the stall doors with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there.
The ponies were nestled all warm in their beds,
While visions of carrot cakes danced through their heads.
The Tennessee Walkers were all taking naps.
When out in the paddock there arose such a clatter
I awoke in my stall to see what was the matter.
I moved to the window quick as I could
To see where the noise came from, if I could.
The sight I beheld as I gazed out that night
Was a beautiful black filly
She was a sight to behold,
her hooves how they sparkled all glittery gold.
With swift certain motions to our barn she came,
And silvery moonlight danced from her mane.
More rapid than racers her hoof beats they came,
And she neighed and she snorted and called us by name.
She was our Christmas, a ghost-horse of black
Who has come to all horses, since that one special night.
A gallant example who served man so well,
Especially those with whom a baby did dwell.
For those special horses who shared stable and stall,
To give comfort and warmth to the Savior of us all.
Now thinking of them, she entered the door,
To distribute among us her gifts and more.
Down the aisle she came, her hoof beats so light,
And she stopped by each stall in our stable that night.
Gifts she did give to all in our barn,
More heart or more courage, or to be free from harm.
She spoke not a word but went straight to her work,
And she filled all the feed pails then turned with a jerk.
And nickering softly on gold hooves so bright,
And giving a nod she went into the night,
And I heart her neigh as she went out of sight…
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Ni-i-i-i-ight!