12/24/2025
We enjoyed celebrating the season with the Sprout community earlier this month! The Sprout Holiday Party included our favorite tradition of caroling to the horses, a cookie swap, ugly sweater contest and of course a visit from Santa! ❤️
This year we had some new traditions, including 2 new carols - The Twelve Days of Sproutmas and Olaf The Red Nosed Reindeer written by the one and only Nancy Davidson and a new Sproutmas poem by the amazing Tempe Weinbach.
The Night Before Sproutmas
’Twas the night before Sproutmas at the sweet horse barn,
Where joy filled the air without a hint of alarm.
The hay nets are hung at each stall with care,
In hopes that St. Nicolas soon will be there!
Around the warm stalls, the lanterns all glowed,
Tonight is the night for soft stories told.
With whispers of tales from the darkening wood,
The horses all gathered as all good friends should.
Spot and Eugene nibble hay with a twinkle in their eyes,
Preparing for Sproutmas beneath the night skies.
The hay bales are stacked, the feed buckets aligned,
As Dior, VIP and Duke stand proudly refined.
Bailey, with gentleness groomed his long mane,
While Lucky and Salsa prance lightly as if on free rein.
Eddie and Buggie stand watch at the big barn gates,
With nickers of greeting as they welcome their mates.
Freckles, Louie and Ozzy like shadows in the night,
Trot in freely in the field, their hearts feeling light.
Brooklyn, Olaf and Tzar pace the stable floor,
Three gentle giants hoping for more.
Buzz Buzz, Pepper and Frisco give a sleepy sigh,
Beneath the vast open starry sky.
Thor stomps a loud and eager beat,
Hoping for a large and yummy treat!
As Bayley Girl and Peter with knowing eyes,
Dream of the morning’s new surprise.
With gentle affection they share in their cheer,
Each one has a wish for Sproutmas this year.
They dream of sweet apples and fields big and wide,
And galloping freely with friends by their side.
So here in the Sprout barn while the stars gleam above,
The horses whisper of dreams, friendship and love.
With each gentle neigh through the tranquil night air,
All the horses stand grateful for moments they share.
The moonlight is silver, a blanket of peace,
In the heart of the barn where all troubles cease.
The spirit of Sproutmas wrapped tight in their hearts,
A bond that is timeless, a love that imparts.
Outside there is silence, the world wrapped in white,
As dreams fill the barn on this magical night.
With hearts all aglow and spirits so free,
Each horse feels the joy of their family tree.
So here’s to our horses with bonds strong and true,
On this Sproutmas night, there’s joy in all that we do,
We’ll all share in these moments with laughter and cheer,
For in the Sprout barn, LOVE is always near.
As all the horses linger in shadows so deep,
’Twas the night before Sproutmas, a promise to keep.
