A Horseman’s Christmas - Doris Eraldi
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It’s the night before Christmas, we’re out in the
barn
Blanketing horses to keep them all warm
They’re eating their dinners, tucked in cozy stalls
Not aware that it’s Christmas or any special day at
all
They can 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
Maybe feeling a little sad at missing so much
This season is special but the horses don’t know
We’ve got work to do before we can go
We finish the chores and head on inside
To get ready for dinner and our own yuletide
It’s nearly midnight, the carols are sung
I remember a story I was told when I was young
How at midnight on Christmas Eve
The creatures of the barnyard can speak to us with
ease
I am called to the barn, I wade through the rain
I know I must go, I can’t really explain
I slide open the door, pause for a while
Then slowly walk down that dimly lit aisle
A nicker from Casey, a wink from JD
Sleepy old [X