Dear Santa--
I know you're pretty busy about now, but as an older horseperson, I just wanted to drop you a note to say thanks for listening when I was about five or so and sat on your lap all those years ago and asked for a pony (please, pretty please) and don't bother sending anything else. It's some years later, but I wanted to let you know how that all turned out.
What I had in mind--a perfect dappled gray Merrylegs pony with a red bow, a bucket of pristine grooming tools, beautiful leather bridle and English saddle, some blue ribbons, a bigger shiny hunter a few years later, some barn friends, little pony crazy daughters to carry on the pony fun for a couple of years when I grew up.
[/U]What you sent[/U]--At the time, a couple of cool spotted Breyer horses with one leg up that fell down with a clatter every time there was an earthquake. But though I didn't see your other gifts at the time, you sent a growing, incessant desire to be around horses no matter that our family couldn't afford them. You sent backyard horses that people let me borrow as well as lots of barn friends. Then many years later when I grew up, you delivered a real horse for me--an older sway-backed, shark-withered gelding who had a calamitous canter and ran away with me at the little local show so those blue ribbons remained merely a Christmas wish, but the gray hairs I have, the admonishments I received from my instructor, and ripped breeches are pretty good horse show souvenirs nonetheless. That horse is now retired in style because only three of his legs work on any given day. He's older than dirt, eating his head off, but still giving me smiles. Thanks also for the bucket of shiny grooming tools I asked for. Never mind that they soon turned into a stepped-on bucket and well-worn tools with broken handles.
Instead of the cute little pigtailed pony girl daughter that I could dress up in tiny riding habits and sedately take around the leadline class and be one of THOSE moms, you sent me a horse-crazy son who blasted around on a wild scary, chestnut mare pony for a few years, grew up too soon, and is now scaring his mother by jumping high fences on ginormous horses. Okay, not exactly what I had in mind, but I have some really nice memories, some horse show pictures of him out of the deal, some tears and smiles and a very responsible young man of a son who loves horses almost more than I do, so thanks for that. Oh, Not sure how this happened, but along with the horses you sent over the years, somehow some motley barn rescue dogs and cats were delivered as well. So thanks for those--most of the time anyway. By the way, I didn't ask for these for Christmas, but I do get ongoing "gifts" in the mail just in time for the holidays--vet bills, shoeing bills, feed bills, and notices to renew my horse organization memberships. Maybe you could send these one to someone else who needs them more than I do.
All in all, Santa, it wasn't the dapple gray pony I asked for all those years ago, but you did pretty good by this old horseperson.
Thanks, Me
P.S.What did the rest of you ask for horse-wise, and what did Santa bring you instead?
I know you're pretty busy about now, but as an older horseperson, I just wanted to drop you a note to say thanks for listening when I was about five or so and sat on your lap all those years ago and asked for a pony (please, pretty please) and don't bother sending anything else. It's some years later, but I wanted to let you know how that all turned out.
What I had in mind--a perfect dappled gray Merrylegs pony with a red bow, a bucket of pristine grooming tools, beautiful leather bridle and English saddle, some blue ribbons, a bigger shiny hunter a few years later, some barn friends, little pony crazy daughters to carry on the pony fun for a couple of years when I grew up.
[/U]What you sent[/U]--At the time, a couple of cool spotted Breyer horses with one leg up that fell down with a clatter every time there was an earthquake. But though I didn't see your other gifts at the time, you sent a growing, incessant desire to be around horses no matter that our family couldn't afford them. You sent backyard horses that people let me borrow as well as lots of barn friends. Then many years later when I grew up, you delivered a real horse for me--an older sway-backed, shark-withered gelding who had a calamitous canter and ran away with me at the little local show so those blue ribbons remained merely a Christmas wish, but the gray hairs I have, the admonishments I received from my instructor, and ripped breeches are pretty good horse show souvenirs nonetheless. That horse is now retired in style because only three of his legs work on any given day. He's older than dirt, eating his head off, but still giving me smiles. Thanks also for the bucket of shiny grooming tools I asked for. Never mind that they soon turned into a stepped-on bucket and well-worn tools with broken handles.
Instead of the cute little pigtailed pony girl daughter that I could dress up in tiny riding habits and sedately take around the leadline class and be one of THOSE moms, you sent me a horse-crazy son who blasted around on a wild scary, chestnut mare pony for a few years, grew up too soon, and is now scaring his mother by jumping high fences on ginormous horses. Okay, not exactly what I had in mind, but I have some really nice memories, some horse show pictures of him out of the deal, some tears and smiles and a very responsible young man of a son who loves horses almost more than I do, so thanks for that. Oh, Not sure how this happened, but along with the horses you sent over the years, somehow some motley barn rescue dogs and cats were delivered as well. So thanks for those--most of the time anyway. By the way, I didn't ask for these for Christmas, but I do get ongoing "gifts" in the mail just in time for the holidays--vet bills, shoeing bills, feed bills, and notices to renew my horse organization memberships. Maybe you could send these one to someone else who needs them more than I do.
All in all, Santa, it wasn't the dapple gray pony I asked for all those years ago, but you did pretty good by this old horseperson.
Thanks, Me
P.S.What did the rest of you ask for horse-wise, and what did Santa bring you instead?



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