AppyLover2
Well-Known Member
It's the night before Christmas, I'm out in the barn
Blanketing horses to keep them all warm.
They're eating their dinners, tucked in cozy stalls
Not aware that it's Christmas or any special day at all.
They can 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
Maybe feeling a little sad at missing so much.
This season is special but the horses don't know
We've got work to do before we can go.
We finish the chores and head on inside
To get ready for dinner and our own yuletide.
It's nearly midnight, the carols are sung
I remember a story from when I was young;
How at midnight on Christmas Eve
The creatures of the barnyard can speak to us with ease.
I am called to the barn, I wade through the rain
I know I must go-I can't really explain.
I open the door and pause for a while
Then slowly walk down that dimly lit aisle.
A nicker from Kitty, a wink from Cherokee
Grumpy little Bambi is waking to see
Biscuit rustling her bedding, a snort soft and light
Each horse gave a greeting as I walked through the night.
I thought about parties bright lit and warm
The ones we don't go to 'cause we have the barn.
And vacations and holidays that we don't get
When we're working long hours for bills to be met.
Walking all the way to the end of the aisle
I stop to stroke Dee, it brings me a smile
He snuffles my face, hot breath on my skin
It starts me to thinking 'bout my horses, my kin.
I could be at parties with laughter and mirth
But where I am right now is the best place on Earth.
Merry CHRISTmas from my barn to yours
Blanketing horses to keep them all warm.
They're eating their dinners, tucked in cozy stalls
Not aware that it's Christmas or any special day at all.
They can 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
Maybe feeling a little sad at missing so much.
This season is special but the horses don't know
We've got work to do before we can go.
We finish the chores and head on inside
To get ready for dinner and our own yuletide.
It's nearly midnight, the carols are sung
I remember a story from when I was young;
How at midnight on Christmas Eve
The creatures of the barnyard can speak to us with ease.
I am called to the barn, I wade through the rain
I know I must go-I can't really explain.
I open the door and pause for a while
Then slowly walk down that dimly lit aisle.
A nicker from Kitty, a wink from Cherokee
Grumpy little Bambi is waking to see
Biscuit rustling her bedding, a snort soft and light
Each horse gave a greeting as I walked through the night.
I thought about parties bright lit and warm
The ones we don't go to 'cause we have the barn.
And vacations and holidays that we don't get
When we're working long hours for bills to be met.
Walking all the way to the end of the aisle
I stop to stroke Dee, it brings me a smile
He snuffles my face, hot breath on my skin
It starts me to thinking 'bout my horses, my kin.
I could be at parties with laughter and mirth
But where I am right now is the best place on Earth.
Merry CHRISTmas from my barn to yours
