12/24/2025
’Twas the Night at Hidden Timber Soul Sanctuary
’Twas the night before Christmas at Hidden Timber Soul,
When all through the pasture, peace was the goal.
The barn doors were latched with such care and such pride,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would arrive.
The alpacas were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of hay bales danced through their heads.
Lacey stood watch, the guardian true,
While Olivia and Gracie hummed softly on cue.
Lola shifted once, Goldie sighed,
Five fluffy protectors on calm duty inside.
The goats in their pen were…well, mostly at rest,
Though Pearl, the boss lady, thought she knew best.
Rosie and Rita curled close in the straw,
Josephine dreamed of animal crackers without flaw.
Virginia and Matilda whispered low bleats,
While Talulah plotted a midnight escape feat.
Beans the farm cat patrolled every inch,
Sanctuary security—alert, and sharp as a cinch.
Inside by the fire, Frankie and CC lay,
Herbo the Tank hogged the couch upstairs anyway.
LK roamed in search of more snacks,
While everyone wished he’d just sit down and relax.
Kristina and Tiffany finally sat down,
Boots kicked off gently, stress set aside for now.
The Wisconsin wind howled through timber and pine,
But inside the sanctuary, all felt just fine.
When out by the barn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their seats to see what was the matter.
To the window they flew, hearts quick with delight,
And saw hoofprints and paw prints lit up by moonlight.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a tractor-turned-sleigh and eight different critters of cheer.
With a driver so jolly, so grounded, so kind,
They knew in a moment—St. Nick had farm life in mind.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Left treats for the goats (even Pearl, that old jerk).
Extra hay for the alpacas, catnip galore,
And gratitude sprinkled in the barns and on the floor.
He tipped his hat softly to Beans on patrol,
Gave Herbo a nod—respecting his role.
Then rising again into snowy moon glow,
He called out with laughter, warm and slow:
“Hidden Timber Soul Sanctuary, keep doing what you do—
You shelter, you heal, you love strong and true.
To Kristina and Tiffany, hearts big and brave,
Merry Christmas to all—thanks for the lives that you save.”
And they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight:
“Happy Christmas to all…and to all a good night.”
Merry Christmas from our Herd to yours!
Kristina and Tiffany