12/24/2025
Twas the night before Christmas at Twin Pines Barn,
Not a horse was asleep, though all should have been now.
Horses in stalls, full of opinions and sass,
With hay nets hung crooked and shavings a mess.
Preston stood tall like he owned all the land,
Vinnie side eyed him, unimpressed, unamused, unplanned.
Scout gave a snort, not impressed in the least,
Like someone had canceled her regularly scheduled peace.
While Tuna sang carols (loudly. Off-key. Too long).
Buddy leaned over like, “Hey… you awake?”
Annie looked on with a long-suffering sigh,
As the children ran circles, convinced they could fly.
Toupee just strutted, quite pleased with his flair,
Unsure of the plan but fully aware.
JB blinked sweetly, two thoughts drifting through,
Both of them kind and neither in a hurry to move.
And Penny just watched like she knew something more, plotting quietly near the front of her door.
Pan watched the chaos with zero concern,
some lessons, he’s decided, they’ll just have to learn.
Maggie stood bright eyed, young, sassy, and sweet,
Certain that Christmas was hers to complete.
Andy the pony, no bigger than cheer,
Stood perfectly placed like he’d always been here.
The barn lights were glowing, the night crisp and still,
Until someone nickered just because they could.
The trainer lay dreaming of sleep she won’t get,
Of alarms, of grain buckets, of stalls left to set.
When out in the aisle arose such a clatter
A horse lost his blanket. Again. What’s the matter?
So out went the boots, hair in a braid,
Muttering “I love this” while choices were weighed.
With a pat and a snack and a quiet “goodnight,”
She tucked them all in by the soft barn light.
Now dash away Preston, now Vinnie, now Scout,
Now Buddy, now Tuna no midnight escapes, no sneaking about.
Sleep tight, sweet horses till morning is near,
Merry Christmas from Twin Pines see you at feed time, dear.