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The horses were sleeping alone on the farm
The hay bags were hung on the closed stall door fronts
In hopes to be filled with horse gifts and presents
The mares were all nestled alone in their stalls
Geldings and yearlings were just down the halls
Quiet little weanlings lay missing their mothers
And the stud watching over all that he fathers
Then out in the pasture there arose such a clatter
The geldings rose up to see what was the matter
Parked at their stall doors with ears standing straight
The barn door flew open and all saw the eight
The moon on the horses in each of their view
Had a chestnut and bay and a bright sorrel hew
But what to their wondering eyes did appear
But a roughed out ole cowboy with a long silver beard
He walked in the alley on that given night
They thought in a moment when he came into light
Could this be their Santa that each of them dreamed
Would come the night chosen with eight horses he'd teamed
He stood in the alley and started to stroll
To the mares, the weanlings and a brand new foal
All eyes gazed upon him as he slowly did walk
Down through the alley to inspect all the stock
They noticed his clothes were so dirty and worn
This rugged old cowboy seemed very timeworn
The alley seemed lengthy but he walked all the way
In the bags that he found, he filled them with hay
The stall doors were opened and the hay bags were hung
In each horse's stall for the old and the young
This tired worn out cowboy, alone in the dark
Gently opened his mouth and began to remark
"I'm tired and I'm weary, but a spark still remains
For beautiful horses with long flowing manes."
"I've traveled the world with my hitch team of eight
To bring Christmas pleasure to all stable mates."
"Your power and beauty and souls that you share
Are a rugged old cowboy's unanswered prayer."
"You've served them and waited and never struck out
Those times you were put through the toughest workouts."
The aged geldings gazed at the man in the alley
Their tears gently fell and their vision came blurry
The old mares stepped forth to the front of their stalls
Just wishing their babies weren't just down the halls
This silver beard cowboy walked closer to all
The horses that stood to the front of their stalls
He whispered to each with a sweet gentle smile
"Your day is a comin, you'll see it's worthwhile."
He walked to the baby, the foal just newborn
He rubbed and he patted and he stroked the wellborn
"You're awkward and new but you will soon see
The potential you'll have and all you can be."
This long-lasting cowboy strolled to the front door
As the horses just stopped and pawed on the floor
Their nickers and whinnies could be heard through the land
As they watched him walk out, this rugged cowhand
His beard slowly glistened as the moon hit it bright
And his cheeks became rosy in the midst of the night
His pot-bellied figure and rugged old clothes
The hat that he wore changed into a halo
He climbed in his wagon and gathered the reins
He slowly removed the spurs he maintains
The eight horses hitched to the old Christmas wagon
Trotted off down the roadway with all of their passion
This rugged old cowboy could be heard near and far
As he looked to the heaven and one lonely star
"You're horses are a pleasure, they give you their trust
Respect them most kindly, your horses grandest."
As his halo diminished and his team loped on out
You could hear him proclaim and quite loudly did shout
"The angels are with you they are always in sight
Merry Christmas to horses, you are blessed tonight!"
Author (unfortunately) Unknown
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