12/24/2025
âTwas the night before Christmas, in the old wooden barn,
Not a creature was stirring, not one on the farm.
The hay nets were full and stuffed with great care,
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.
The horses were nestled all snug in their sheds,
While visions of apples danced through their heads.
Their blankets were fluffed and their hooves tucked just right,
As moonbeams spilled softly on coats shining bright.
The cow in his pasture lay chewing his cud,
Dreaming of clover and fresh summer mud.
The pigs in their pen gave a content little snore,
Curled up in piles, dreaming treats galore.
The chickens were perched on the rafters up high,
Feathers all puffed as they murmured âgoodnight.â
And the barn cats, so regal, with tail wrapped just so,
Are purring by moonlight, steady and low.
Remi and Shocky lay dreaming of frolick and play,
With ears tipped just right at the sound of a sleigh.
Cash gave a nicker, low, gentle, and deep,
While Lacey stayed watch til the whole barn was asleep.
Four faithful friends, side by side through the night,
With warm hearts awaiting the Christmas delight.
When out by the house there rose such a clatter,
The horses all lifted their headsâwhat was the matter?
Away to the gate, they craned their long necks,
Hooves rustling softly, ears swiveling next.
The moon on the frost of the fresh fallen snow
Gave a glow to the farmyard, all sparkly below,
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh full of hay and eight tiny reindeer!
He tiptoed to stalls with a magical grin,
Leaving carrots and cookies and peppermints tucked within.
For cows, fresh salt blocks; for pigs, apples sweet;
For chickens, cracked cornâoh, such a fine treat!
Then St. Nick gave a nod and climbed back to his sleigh,
The reindeer took off and went on their way.
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
âHappy Christmas to allâmay your stalls be warm tonight!â đđ´
Merry Christmas from our herd to yours!
(Can you tell who is who in the picture below!)
