Twas a month after Christmas (Robert Burns' birthday),
when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse (there's not a mouse alive around our house--too many cats).
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, (a little clatter, anyway)
I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter
Away to the antique windows, I flew in a flash,
Hid behind the shutters and peeped behind the sash.
The sun on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave a lustre to mid-day and seemed quite a show.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature horse, I could see crystal clear.
I see you, Jasmine. Were you digging up the yard?
Who, me? I was just rearranging your snow.
On Dasher, On Dancer, On Prancer and Vixen, On Comet, On Cupid, On Donder and Blitzen...
but do you recall, the most famous ranch dog of all?
Ahhh...a beautiful day, indeed. Sunshine, good food,
fat and happy horses,
sweet barn cats,
Happy Month After Christmas!