Merry Christmas!

Christmas in the Barn - Author Unknown

(some liberties taken with the horse names)

 

It's the night before Christmas and I'm out in the barn,

Blanketing my horses to keep them all warm.

They're eating their dinners, tucked cozy in stalls,

Not aware that it's Christmas, or any day special at all.

 

They dream of spring pastures from their pine-scented beds.

No visions of sugarplums dance in their heads.

But we people are thinking of merry parties and such,

Quickly doing our tasks so we don't miss too much.

 

This season is special, but the horses don't know.

They munch on their hay safe out of the snow

I finish my chores and head on inside

To get ready for dinner and my family's yuletide

 

It's nearly midnight, the carols are sung.

I remember a story told when I was young,

How at midnight on each Christmas Eve

The barnyard creatures can speak to us with ease.

 

I am called to the barn. I slosh through the snow.

I can't really explain; I know I must go.

I slide open the door, and stand there and smile

Then slowly walk down the dimly lit aisle.

 

A nicker from Nelly, a soft snort from Chip,

Sweet, gentle Buddy gives me a wink

George rustles his bedding, Kiwi comes into sight

The donkeys give greetings as I walk through the night.

 

I thought about parties bright lit and warm,

The ones we don't go to cause we have the barn,

And vacations and holidays that we usually don't get,

Cause we have the animals and chores to be met.

 

Walking all the way to the end of the aisle,

I stop to stroke Nelly, and linger awhile

She snuffles my face, hot breath on my skin

And I look around at the others, my horses, my friends.

 

I could be at parties with laughter and mirth

But where I am right now is the best place on Earth.

From Our Barn to Yours,

 

Merry Christmas from Gentle Spirit Horses Rescue