(Author Unknown)
It's the night before Christmas and I'm out in the barn
Blanketing my horses to keep them all warm.
They're eating their dinners, tucked cozy in stalls,
Not aware that it's Christmas, or any day special at all
They dream of spring pastures from their pine-scented beds.
No visions of sugarplums dance in their heads
.But we people are thinking of merry parties and such
Quickly doing our tasks so we don't miss too much.
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Added by Kathy on December 24, 2008 at 11:30pm — 3 Comments
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