lvponies
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Merry Christmas to all!!!
Twas the Night........Horse's Christmas (author unknown)
>
>
>Bear with me this is a long poem (really long!!!)..the author is
>unknown, but there is no doubt about where his heart is at when it
>comes to horses. Merry Christmas!
>
>Twas the Night Before Christmas..... (a better version)
>
>Twas the night before Christmas and all through the barn
>The horses were sleeping alone on the farm
>The hay bags were hung on the closed stall door fronts
>In hopes to be filled with horse gifts and presents
>The mares were nestled alone in their stalls
>Geldings and yearlings were just down the halls
>Quiet little weanlings lay missing their mothers
>And the stud watching over all that he fathers
>
>Then out in the pasture there arose such a clatter
>The geldings rose up to see what was the matter
>Parked at their stall doors with ears standing straight
>The barn door flew open and all saw the eight
>The moon on the horses in each of their view
>Had a chestnut and bay and a bright sorrel hew
>But what to their wondering eyes did appear
>But a roughed out ole cowboy with a long silver beard
>
>He walked in the alley on that given night
>They thought in a moment when he came into light
>Could this be their Santa that each of them dreamed
>Would come in the night chosen with eight horse's he'd teamed
>He stood in the alley and started to stroll
>To the mares, the weanlings and a brand new foal
>All eyes gazed upon him as he slowly did walk
>Down through the alley to inspect all the stock
>
>They noticed his clothes were so dirty and worn
>This rugged old cowboy seemed very timeworn
>The alley seemed lengthy but he walked all the way
>In the bags that he found, he filled them with hay
>The stall doors were opened and the hay bags were hung
>In each horse's stall for the old and the young
>This tired worn out cowboy, alone in the dark
>Gently opened his mouth and began to remark
>
>"I'm tired and weary, but a spark still remains
>For beautiful horses with long flowing manes"
>"I've traveled the world with my hitch team of eight
>To bring Christmas pleasure to all stable mates"
>"Your power and beauty and souls that you share
>Are a rugged old cowboy's unanswered prayer"
>"You've served them and waited and never struck out
>Those times you were put through the toughest workouts"
>
>The aged geldings gazed at the man in the alley
>Their tears gently fell and their vision came blurry
>The old mares stepped forth to the front of their stalls
>Just wishing their babies weren't just down the hall
>This silver beard cowboy walked closer to all
>The horses that stood to the front of their stalls
>He whispered to each with a sweet gentle smile
>"you're day is a comin, you'll see it's worthwhile"
>
>He walked to the baby, the foal just newborn
>He rubbed and he patted and he stroked the wellborn
>"You're awkward and new but you will soon see
>The potential you'll have and all you can be"
>This long lasting cowboy strolled to the front door
>As the horses just stopped and pawed on the floor
>Their nickers and whinnies could be heard throughout the land
>As they watched him walk out, this rugged cowhand
>
>His beard slowly glistened as the moon hit it bright
>And his cheeks became rosy in the midst of the night
>His pot bellied figure and rugged old clothes
>The hat that he wore changed into a halo
>He climbed in his wagon and gathered the reins
>He slowly removed the spurs he maintains
>The eight horses hitched to the old Christmas wagon
>Trotted off down the roadway with all of their passion
>
>This rugged old cowboy could be heard near and far
>As he looked to the heaven and one lonely star
>He left us a warning and this is what he said;
>"you're horses are pleasure, they give you their trust
>Respect them most kindly, your horses grandest"
>As his halo diminished and his team loped on out
>You could hear him proclaim and quite loudly shout
>"the angels are with you they are always in sight
>Merry Christmas to horses, for you are blessed this night.
>
Twas the Night........Horse's Christmas (author unknown)
>
>
>Bear with me this is a long poem (really long!!!)..the author is
>unknown, but there is no doubt about where his heart is at when it
>comes to horses. Merry Christmas!
>
>Twas the Night Before Christmas..... (a better version)
>
>Twas the night before Christmas and all through the barn
>The horses were sleeping alone on the farm
>The hay bags were hung on the closed stall door fronts
>In hopes to be filled with horse gifts and presents
>The mares were nestled alone in their stalls
>Geldings and yearlings were just down the halls
>Quiet little weanlings lay missing their mothers
>And the stud watching over all that he fathers
>
>Then out in the pasture there arose such a clatter
>The geldings rose up to see what was the matter
>Parked at their stall doors with ears standing straight
>The barn door flew open and all saw the eight
>The moon on the horses in each of their view
>Had a chestnut and bay and a bright sorrel hew
>But what to their wondering eyes did appear
>But a roughed out ole cowboy with a long silver beard
>
>He walked in the alley on that given night
>They thought in a moment when he came into light
>Could this be their Santa that each of them dreamed
>Would come in the night chosen with eight horse's he'd teamed
>He stood in the alley and started to stroll
>To the mares, the weanlings and a brand new foal
>All eyes gazed upon him as he slowly did walk
>Down through the alley to inspect all the stock
>
>They noticed his clothes were so dirty and worn
>This rugged old cowboy seemed very timeworn
>The alley seemed lengthy but he walked all the way
>In the bags that he found, he filled them with hay
>The stall doors were opened and the hay bags were hung
>In each horse's stall for the old and the young
>This tired worn out cowboy, alone in the dark
>Gently opened his mouth and began to remark
>
>"I'm tired and weary, but a spark still remains
>For beautiful horses with long flowing manes"
>"I've traveled the world with my hitch team of eight
>To bring Christmas pleasure to all stable mates"
>"Your power and beauty and souls that you share
>Are a rugged old cowboy's unanswered prayer"
>"You've served them and waited and never struck out
>Those times you were put through the toughest workouts"
>
>The aged geldings gazed at the man in the alley
>Their tears gently fell and their vision came blurry
>The old mares stepped forth to the front of their stalls
>Just wishing their babies weren't just down the hall
>This silver beard cowboy walked closer to all
>The horses that stood to the front of their stalls
>He whispered to each with a sweet gentle smile
>"you're day is a comin, you'll see it's worthwhile"
>
>He walked to the baby, the foal just newborn
>He rubbed and he patted and he stroked the wellborn
>"You're awkward and new but you will soon see
>The potential you'll have and all you can be"
>This long lasting cowboy strolled to the front door
>As the horses just stopped and pawed on the floor
>Their nickers and whinnies could be heard throughout the land
>As they watched him walk out, this rugged cowhand
>
>His beard slowly glistened as the moon hit it bright
>And his cheeks became rosy in the midst of the night
>His pot bellied figure and rugged old clothes
>The hat that he wore changed into a halo
>He climbed in his wagon and gathered the reins
>He slowly removed the spurs he maintains
>The eight horses hitched to the old Christmas wagon
>Trotted off down the roadway with all of their passion
>
>This rugged old cowboy could be heard near and far
>As he looked to the heaven and one lonely star
>He left us a warning and this is what he said;
>"you're horses are pleasure, they give you their trust
>Respect them most kindly, your horses grandest"
>As his halo diminished and his team loped on out
>You could hear him proclaim and quite loudly shout
>"the angels are with you they are always in sight
>Merry Christmas to horses, for you are blessed this night.
>
