Saint WhinneyHorse Christmas Poem
by Jerry Hlavac Copyright © 2002-2011
by Jerry Hlavac Copyright © 2002-2011
‘Twas the night before Christmas out on the farm,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the cats in the barn
All of the horseshoes were hung on the stall doors with care
In hopes that St. Whinny, would soon be there.
Now the mustang mare in her kerchief
Last Chance, her stall mate in his cap
In their stalls had just settled down
For a cold nights nap
When out in the pasture
Came such noise and clatter
All the horse jumped up to see what was the matter
When to their wide eyes appeared such a craft
A great big sleigh pulled by eight Belgian Drafts
The driver from a wild herd of many
All the horses knew instantly, it was St. Whinny
Into the barn he came with a bound
Looking extremely funny dressed in his coat of Brown
Now a bundle of goodies was tied to his back
Which he put down and opened the sack
His eyes really twinkled, His nicker so merry
The cheeks were frosted and his nose was real hairy
Now he neighed not a sound going right to work
Filled all the horse shoes with treats of grain
Carrots, apples, molasses cookies, then with a jerk
Closed his sack, shook his mane
Swished his tail & his ears did perk
Out the door he cantered, to the sleigh with a gallop
As the team took flight,
He exclaimed
“Merry Christmas to all and to all horses Goodnight!”