T'was the night before Christmas,
and across the farm,
the horses were snuggled,
up tight in the barn.

The stockings were hung,
on the stall fronts with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas,
would put carrots in there.

I was all nestled, tucked into my bed,
As visions of Quarter Horses leaped in my head.
When out in the pasture,
there arose such a clatter!
I sprang from my bed,
to see what was the matter!

I ran to the window
and threw back the curtain,
horses were loose,
of that I was certain!

The moon on the breast
of the geldings below,
pissed me right off,
as I dressed for the snow.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh, and 8 tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver,
I saw their ears prick,
and I knew in a moment,
I better act quick!

More rapid then eagles, his coursers they came,
And as the herd started to run, I wished they were all lame.

No Foxer, No Spencer,
No Marcus, No Mags!
Stop Dillon, Stop Poncho,
Come back all you Nags!

I drew in my head,
and I started to run,
down the hill to the pasture,
This'll be fun...

No time for my Bibs,
Just a Carhart and Bogz,
I grabbed lead ropes and grain,
and they slowed to a jog.

Back to the barn, they all came so quick.
As I latched the last stall, I remembered St. Nick!

Out of the barn, I ran to the lawn,
looked up to the roof, and he was gone!

I sulked back inside,
one last barn check,
Their stockings were filled,
and I thought, What the Heck!

Indignant and cold, fingers starting to tingle,
I caught the faint sound, a far off jingle.

I looked out the barn door,
and I heard in the night,
"Merry Christmas Michelle,
Sorry I let all the Horses out Tonight!"