Twas the night before Christmas and all through the stable, all the creatures were stirring, those that were able;
The horses were talking as they often do, when we aren’t there to hear them and neither are you.

Preacher, ears back, trying to act tough, was whispering something to Rascal who had had quite enough.
Scout sang Jingle Bells at the top of his range, Hunter’s head moved in time though he thought him quite strange.

Rocky and Dusty outside were really okay, cause they had all night to eat all of that hay.
Mac was snug in his place right next to Kokie, and Lex on the end hummed White Christmas in a low key.

Midnight knew very well which horse was here first, and laughed out at Callie – whose plans of revenge she rehearsed.
Sugar was sad cause he didn’t yet fit in, heard Petie thumping Drummer Boy and gladly joined in.

Cody looked across the aisle happy to see, that Digger made much more of a mess than did he;
And up at the house minis were eating again, happy to get out of the cold and the rain.

When out in the paddock there arose such a clatter, everyone’s ears perked up – what on Earth is the matter?
First they could hear the thump of big paws, and smell the bad breath and see the big claws;

They begin to get nervous and all started to whinny, (all except for Hunter who was a bit skinny);
And to their surprise out on the road, there appeared a small waif carrying a big load;

Could it be they asked was this the big day? Had Santa really come would they get extra hay?
And into the barn with a smile and big mutt; and arms full of carrots and candy and stuff,

Was their favorite Santa coming to see them? On Christmas morning, she wanted to free them!
From the long night of their talking, singing and sore feet –
Shelly wished them Merry Christmas and cried – its time to eat!