‘Twas the Night Before Christmas: Horse Edition

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our home

Hope was sleeping after she ate a big bone;

The presents were wrapped under the tree with care,

In hopes that the girls wouldn’t notice the Hope hair.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Paw Patrol danced in their heads;

And I made hot chocolate with water from the tap,

Then settled down for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the pasture there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a bird,

Quickly opened the blinds and had no words.

The windchill in the negatives and some new-fallen snow

Gave a chill to the bone nobody should know,

When, out of the corner of my eyes there they appeared,

My three horses’ big ole rears.

With a buck and a whinny, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it was extremely slick.

More rapid than eagles I flew to the gate,

And whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now, PAYCO! now, HOT SAUCE! now, FUNNY BUNNY B!

Oh, come on! Get in here! And don’t run into that tree!

To the top of the pasture!

Then rushing down to the barn wall!

Now get in the barn! Get in the barn! Get in the barn before you all fall!”