Merry Christmas to all you Horsey Fans!

Saint WhinneyHorse Christmas Poem
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!”