T’was the night before Christmas and back at the farm
Chores were all done, lights strung through the barn
The horses ate their grain, tucked in their cozy stalls
Unaware that it’s Christmas or any special day at all
They dream of spring pastures from their pine- scented beds
While visions of carrots and peppermints dance in their heads
This season is special but horses don’t know
They do know there is little riding and much playing in snow
When it was almost midnight, dinner was finished the carols were sung
I remember a story I was told when I was young
How at midnight on Christmas Eve
The animals in the barn can speak with ease
I was called to the barn, I knew I must go
I can’t explain, I walked through the snow
I slid open the door, and pause for a while
Then slowly walk through the aisle
A nicker from Justin to me
Sleepy old Eddie waking to see
Ginger rustling her bedding, a nicker soft and light
Each horse gave a greeting as I walked through the night
I stop to pat the dogs Gypsy and Oreo
At the end of the aisle
Then I see the cats looking at me
And It gave me a smile
Then I heard from Justin The Artistic Horse
say MERRY CHRISTMAS, non- verbal of course
It started me thinking about my animals
I could’ve been at parties with laughter and mirth
But then was the best place on earth.
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