It was Christmas Eve out on the wide open plain,
The cattle were bedded, the horses were reined.
The bunkhouse was quiet, the lantern burned low,
While outside the sky filled with crisp winter snow.
The coyotes were howlin’, the prairie wind sighed,
When a jinglin’ of spurs drifted in from outside.
I pulled on my boots, my hat and my coat,
And stepped to the corral where the cold moonlight glowed.
There stood a rider with beard snowy white,
On a buckskin that shimmered like starlight so bright.
His saddle was silver, his reins trimmed with care,
And gifts filled his saddlebags, plenty to share.
“Evenin’, young cowboy,” he said with a grin,
“I’m ridin’ the ranges where good hearts have been.
I bring not just trinkets, but blessings tonight —
Peace for the trail and your campfire’s light.”
He tipped his wide Stetson, then gave a soft call,
That buckskin took flight, like no horse at all.
And I heard him declare as he rode out of sight:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Merry Christmas and happy holidays from all of us at Oklahoma Horses!
