Twas the Week of Christmas, Global Warming Style!

Twas the day before Christmas Eve and the rain keeps pouring

It's so loud, you can't even hear Truman snoring.

The horses are blanketed and tucked in their stalls

Because it's so darn muddy outside, I wish we had a mall.

By tomorrow the temps will be rising to seventy or more

Who in the heck needs to go to Wellington for the holidays

Now I know why the trainers are all so sore!

I may be spending my holiday clipping horses and fur

Wish there some wise men who could help me, no need for incense and mir.

I'm looking forward to time off - turning off my computers and phones.

We'll be inside drinking cider and eating scones.

When the mud dries and the temperatures finally fall

We'll ride the rested steads, get them out of the stall.

 

Wherever you are, wherever you go.

May your holidays be filled with joy and maybe even snow.

 On Alfie, on April on Lola and Sega!

My steads all wish you the best year evah! (Southern style)