12/14/2024
Santa’s First Christmas Ride:-
Long before reindeer graced the skies,
And elves built toys where the snowflakes lie,
Santa rode forth with a heart so wide,
On his trusty horse, his only guide.
The night was crisp, the moon aglow,
Stars scattered o’er the world below.
No jingling bells, no sleigh in sight,
Just a man and his steed in the still of night.
The sack he carried was heavy with care,
Each gift a token of love to share.
The horse neighed softly, its breath a plume,
As they trod through forests wrapped in gloom.
From chimney to chimney, house to house,
Santa moved quiet as a drowsy mouse.
His horse stood patient, steady and true,
While Santa slid down to leave a clue—
A doll, a train, a sweet candy cane,
A gift for the girl in the windowpane.
Through frost-bitten winds, they pressed on still,
Climbing each hill with unwavering will.
The journey was lonely, the night was long,
Yet Santa hummed a hopeful song.
His horse’s hooves beat a gentle tune,
As stars surrendered to dawn’s pale moon.
When the final gift was placed with care,
Santa looked up at the morning air.
His heart swelled full, his work complete,
His horse nickered softly, its mission sweet.
And so it began, the legend we know,
Of Santa and magic, where love must go.
But on that first night, under starlight’s dome,
It was Santa and his horse, delivering home.
*shared from Horse Grapevine
