A Very Equestrian Christmas
December 25, 2014
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the stable,
Not a thoroughbred whinnied; not even the grey, Fable.
The stable boy hung feed bags on stalls with care,
In hopes the Old Grey Mare would soon be there.
The ponies and horses all dozed on warm beds,
While visions of apples and carrots danced in their heads.
And me in my Levis and buckskin bathrobe,
Had just hunkered down for a short doze.
When outside in the corral there arose such a ruckus,
I leaped from the couch to see what the fuss was.
Rushing to the door, I tripped over the ottoman,
And landed right smack on my pajama bottoms.
Peering outside, the barn light cast a pristine glow,
Over what I realized was new fallen snow.
When, what to my waking eyes did I behold?
A horse drawn carriage gliding through the frosty cold.
The Old Grey Mare was standing tall high on the seat,
Guiding eight majestic Clydesdales with huge massive feet.
High stepping in rhythm, the procession came,
As she whinnied, and snorted, and called them by name.
“Now, Beauty! Now, Pokey! Now, Sassafras and Blaze!
On, Thunder! On, Trigger! On, Stardust and Sage!
“To the edge of the fence! To the stable go!
Go with oats! Go with apples! Go! Go! Go!”
Toward the wooden doors, they snorted and puffed,
The carriage sliding slowly, carrying a satchel quite stuffed.
Prancing merrily, they entered the enormous red barn,
Still dazed and confused, I stifled a yawn.
I walked outside, to peer inside the huge doors,
The Old Grey Mare whinnied, as her hoofs hit the floor.
She was draped in red velvet, from her mane to her dock,
Fur-lined and gleaming, was her elegant frock.
A huge sack packed full of equestrian treats,
Delivered by miniature horses with bells on their feet.
Hers eyes--how they sparkled! Her cheeks how flushed!
Her muzzle so rosy, surely, she blushed!
Her hat held a wreath of shiny green holly,
The berries a deep crimson red, by golly!
She stomped once then tossed her luxurious mane,
Shimmering through the air like a flickering flame.
Flashing a broad smile and toothy grin,
Accentuated by the glow of her ruddy chin.
Her pelt was impeccable, almost sapphire blue,
Prancing on hoofs, that made nary a sound too.
Fit and trim was she, I surmised as I gazed,
Finally, waking up from my sleepy daze.
The twinkle in her eye let me know right away,
I had nothing to fear, all was okay.
She was diligent about the work at hand,
Stuffing stockings, enough for the entire clan.
She turned my way, looked me up and down,
Then tapped her right hoof, twice on the ground.
No noise did she make cantering out into the snow,
Climbing in the carriage, I knew they must go.
She batted her eyes, neighed, then gave a quick wink,
The Old Grey Mare, WOW! Was all I could think!
As if on cue, the eight colossal Clydesdales,
Maneuvered the carriage past a huge hay bale.
But I heard her exclaim as they galloped out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all horses goodnight!
Merry Christmas everyone! May your troubles be few, your days be bright, your life be filled with happiness and love all day and all night.