THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!!! WHOA! Our Molly the Jolly Unicorn is watching for Santa Claus!

Molly and Tree

Hi Friends!!

Are you excited!! We are all so happy and excited here in the barn. We have a huge job ahead of us and Dad is helping us get ready. He told us a very special story too, that he wants to me to share with all of you.

The horses in the barn at Walder’s Way have a very special job tonight. The curley qs will more than likely sleep through the whole night too so there is that. Santa has loaded up his sleigh with apples and carrots – well probably more carrots and all thanks to Peaches give us the high hoof recommendation…… are you ready for it…. we will be helping Santa Claus drive that sleigh to all the pastures and barns to horses far and wide! They each get presents too just like all the humans and it seems that Rudolph and his reindeer pals have a big sleigh too so we’ll be helping out.

Dad told me this is how it is all going to work later tonight for him and all of us so sleep tight and so you can all  be ready for the big day of Christmas tomorrow!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the barn,
Not a curley q was stirring, and not even with yarn;

The stockings and bridles were hung in the tack room with care,
In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there;

The ponies were nestled all snug in their stalls,
While dreaming of Moneighs to appear on their walls,

And Robin in her bling shirt, and I in my sweatshirt,
Had just finished the day’s lessons and sweeping all the horse dirt

When out in the riding ring there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the hayloft to see what was the matter.

Away to the riding ring I flew not to wait,
Tore open the chain, and threw up the gate.

The moonlight on the footings showed the new fallen snow,
Gave me memories of Madison’s very first show;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, with Peaches grinning from ear to ear,

With a sweet little driver, so squishy and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than Thoroughbreds his horses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now! Koenraad, now! Junior, now! Dixie, and Smarty,
“On! Bonita, on! Carmen, on! Jazzy and Charlie;

“To the top of the Indoor! to the top of the wall!
“Now walk away! trot away! canter away all!”
As corn husks from our fields before the wild winds fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they will gallop to the sky;

So up to the barn-top these horsies they flew,
With the cart full of carrots – and Santa Claus too:

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the top
The dancing and prancing of each little clippity clop clop.

As I peered inside, and was whirling around,
He slid down the roof with a big loud poof:

He was dressed all in red, from his Santa Hat to his feets,
And looked exactly like my western friend Meets;

A bundle of apples was flung on his back,
And resembled a groom holding his tack:

His eyes – were so sparkly! his face very jolly,
His cheeks gleamed soft as velvet, and his nose red like holly;

His cute little mouth was curled up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was so white I thought it would glow;

The stump of a carrot he held tight like a bit,
And the greens from the tassel made him look just only slightly fit.

He had a big big face, and a wide round belly
That jiggled when he laugh’d, from many trips to the deli:

He was squishy and plumpy, a smart jolly elf,
And I laughed when I thought of him up on a shelf;

With a wink of his lashes and with a twist of his sash
He reminded me of our dear old Santa at our Open House bash.

Not one word was spoken as he reached into his bag,
And filled all the ponies’ stockings; and not one gift had a tag,

And with light of his hands as he held on to their reins
Up the indoor they rose with their compass toward the plains.

He sat in his sleigh, and to his team gave a bellow,
And away they all galloped, this team and this fellow:

But I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight

Merry Christmas to all!!!

And, and to all to a good night!


Credit and Resource for our adaptation:

Story originally written in 1823 by Clement Clarke Moore and shared in story form and poem form ” A Visit from Saint Nicholas”

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (Random House Inc., 1983)

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