12/24/2025
The Night before Christmas, The Eagle Ridge Farm version~~🎅🏼🎄🎁
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the stable,
Poor Santa was panicked, his reindeer's weren't able.
They had eaten too much alfalfa & that made them all sick,
So he needed some reindeer, and he needed them quick.
Poor Santa, he called every stable in sight, just to find that the reindeer had left for the night.
All that were left were the horses and fluffy dog, Bear
so Santa, poor Santa, sadly wasn’t going anywhere.
Then the dog came up, and said "woof”, as dogs do~,
"Take the horses, dear Santa, they'll get you through!"
A gleam then appeared in the eye of Saint Nick,
"Why not?" said Santa, "It might do the trick!"
So he loaded the toys to the brim of his sleigh,
and with a nod and a neigh, they were on their way.
"On Wyatt, on Winter, on Sage, on Jazzy,
on Quinn, on Seven, on Mindy, on Dixie...."
He called to his team, decked out so snazzy!
To the top of the fence, to the top of the wall,
"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 house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each perfectly shod hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
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 laughed 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 filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney 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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night." 🎄
