And all stockings are hung by their stalls with care.
The ponies are tucked in, exhausted from a long day of fun.
Wrapped in cozy blankets, so not to raise a hair.
All 26 horses wait on the edge of their seats.
Hoping they have been nice and not naughty.
Praying that Santa does not only deliver to those who walk on two feet.
Keeping their eyes open, but their vision’s getting spotty.
Waiting to catch a glimpse of this man red
But alas, morning will come, the sun will shine through
Not a whinny would have been said
And what is in their stockings but a new shoe!
Ok it was quick and I’m not the best at rhyming but Merry Christmas everyone!