I pray your Christmas unfolds with blessings and relationships that bind. The following is a poem I wrote which you will notice it is written in the same style of "A Night Before Christmas". Being a horse lover at heart, enjoying everything about the country landscape, way of life and its animals I hope you enjoy the poem and can celebrate with me the birth of our Lord and Savior.
The First Christmas Gift
'Twas the night before Christmas in this horse lover's house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
I counted my blessings and turned out the light,
The horses were bedded down for the night.
My mind was at peace as I crawled into bed,
Then realized I'd forgotten hay for ole' Red.
Resigned to this fact I arose from warm sheets,
Slid on my muck boots and took carrots as treats.
I walked to the door past the old wooden table,
And looked at the gifts that my efforts made able.
I thought of traditions, old and some new,
Remembering the note placed beneath the horseshoe.
"Dear Santa", it read, "I'd rather you bring,
In place of a saddle, a more precious thing".
Please bring peace, hope and answers for those in need,
Who can't pay the bills and have families to feed.
The rest of the letter - if my memory is right,
Was for our country to heal in God's holy light.
I walked to the barn, kept my dog in my sight,
An eagle flew low in the bright moon light.
Traditions from childhood I set to the side,
I rewrote my prayer from my heart deep inside.
I knew in the end, He would hear my request,
I dropped to my knees my back to the west.
Dear Jesus,
I thought of the first gift of which Angels sing,
An innocent child He would serve as our King.
Then all of a sudden a joy in my heart flashed with a burst,
For all the believers will be quenched of their thirst.
I rose from my knees and gave hay to 'ole Red,
My horses were quiet, all watered and fed.
I closed the barn door and crept back to bed,
When one final prayer popped up in my head.
Please Lord,
The world wakes on Christmas with little ones shouts of glee,
Papas and Mamma's will roll out of bed to see.
The excitement over, now the old and the small,
Turn their hearts to the cross that hangs on the wall.
May Papas and Mommas again tell the story,
Of Jesus, the manager and God's holy glory.
Those young and old know the true son of God,
The reason for Christmas the one that we laud.
And with my prayer spoken, it came to an end,
I remembered a thought I wanted to send.
Based on my faith and God's holy word,
Merry Christmas to all - your prayers have been heard.
