12/25/2025
’Twas the night before Christmas at Freeman Farm and quite dark,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a lark.
The halters were all hung by the stall doors with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The horses were nestled snug in their stalls,
With dreams of sweet carrots and fresh pasture calls.
Belle flicked her soft ears, Nicky snorted once more,
While Teddy lay dreaming of treats galore.
Salsa stamped lightly, Vincent sighed deep,
Lenny and Rebel were drifting to sleep.
Cora stood watch with a calm, gentle gaze,
While Pixie and Rose shared warm, sleepy neighs.
Cruz stood tall with his mane softly curled,
Gryffin dreamed of gallops across the whole world.
Kirra and June dozed side by side,
While Baja dreamed of a fast Christmas ride.
Misty breathed softly, Missy barely stirred,
Bonnie nickered low—just a whisper, a word.
Patron stood proud with a heart full of cheer,
And Cardi dreamed sweet dreams of a bright New Year.
When out in the paddock there arose such a clatter,
The horses all wondered what could be the matter.
They peeked through the doors, ears perked up just so,
To see moonlight gleaming on fresh fallen snow.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a jolly old sleigh and eight reindeer so dear.
With a wink and a nod and a laugh full of cheer,
Santa tipped his hat—“Merry Christmas is here!”
He left extra carrots and treats by the hay,
For the good horses of Freeman Farm (mostly all bay).
And he called as he vanished from barn to the sky,
“Happy Christmas to all—and to all a good ride!”