Trying to help get into the Christmas Spirit this year, I adapted Twas the Night before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore to fit Kobi and the Triple H Ranch:
Kobi’s Night Before Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the barn
All the creatures were stirring, but they meant us no harm.
The stockings were hung on the stall boards with care,
In hopes that Santa Horse soon would be there.
Daisy was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of horse trailers danced in her head.
And Sugar’s in her blanket, and I’m in mine too,
Had just settled our brains for a short winter’s snooze.
When out in the pasture there arose a great fuss,
I sprang to my feet to see what was up.
Away to the wall I flew in rush,
Went on alert looking towards the brush.
The moon on the breast of the newly grown rye
Gave the illusion of summer to my wandering eye.
When, what to my startled eyes should I know,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight mini burros.
With a little old driver, so lively of course,
I knew in a moment it was Santa Horse.
More rapid than hawks his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Blossom! now, Bloomer! now, Scarlett and Achey!
On, Cricket! On, Cuzzin! on, on Dozer and Jakey!
To the top of the barn! to the top of the stall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the barn-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of treat, and Santa Horse too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard up on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I spun in my stall, and was looking around,
Down the barn isle Santa Horse came with a bound.
He was dressed in all red, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all rumpled from being on the go.
A bucket of treats he carried in his hand,
Looking just like a beach dweller carrying sand.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His quaint little mouth was drawn up in a grin,
As he dropped some alfalfa in the bottom of my bin.
The stump of a toothpick he held tight in his teeth,
And wiggled it around in some amazing feat.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I nickered when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And both our stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the rooftop he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas all horses, and to all a good-night!”