It's the night before Christmas, we're 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 I was told 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 slide open the door, pause for awhile
Then slowly walk down that dimly lit aisle.
A nicker from Casey, a wink from JD
Sleepy old Alibi waking to see
Tucker rustling his 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 Bonnie, it brings me a smile.
She snuffles my face, hot breath on my skin
It starts me thinking about 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!
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