‘Twas The Night Before Christmas At River Run Farms

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas At River Run Farms

By: Riley Abston

For My Loving Barn Family

 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the stalls,

Every horse was stirring, kicking the walls.

The stockings were hung by their doors with care,

in hopes that a ton of carrots soon would be there.

 

Mrs. Kelly and Jason were nestled all snug in their beds,

while visions of ponies danced in their heads.

And Kelly in her ‘kerchief, and Jason in his cap,

had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.

 

When out in the barn there arose such a clatter,

They sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window they flew like a flash,

tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

gave the lustre of midday to objects below,

when, what to their wondering eyes should see,

but a miniature sleigh, seven horses and Reesey.

 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,

and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now Booger! Now Loper!

Now, Fiona  and Reesey!

On, Cupcake! On, Pickles!

On, LuLu and Prissy!

To the top of the barn!

To the top of the arena!

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 arena-top the coursers they flew,

with the sleigh full of feed and treats, and St. Nicholas too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, Jason heard on the roof

the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As Mrs. Kelly drew in her head 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 mud, ashes, and soot.

A bundle of apples 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 on 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 bowl full of jelly.

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

and Jason laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

soon gave him to know they 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 they heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

“Have a muddy Christmas to all, and to all a dirty night!”

2 Comments

  1. Brian Abston

    December 10, 2015 at 8:51 pm

    Kelly asked to have this posted again.

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