The holiday’s are here,
and Lola thought it only fitting that
she take part in narrating a holiday classic,
with a little assistance from her pals Donte & Ollie
(stars of the Donte & Ollie show!)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the farm,
not an equine (feline, canine, or cow) was stirring, except perhaps to yawn.
The stockings were hung over stall doors with care,
in hopes that jolly St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The ponies were nestled all snug in their stalls,
while visions of sugar cubes pranced in their skulls.
When within the arena arose such great clatter,
the horses sprang from their stalls to see what was the matter.
Out from their stalls they flew like a flash;
one kicked open the door, which swung out with a smash.
What to their wandering eyes did appear?
Not a miniature sleigh, nor eight tiny reindeer.
Just little old Ollie, white as fresh snow.
Dressed all in green and ready to go.
An elfish sprite, so lively and quick,
he stood ready and waiting to greet good St. Nick.
Then more rapid than cheetahs Donte came round,
and he whinnied, and neighed, a called out at the sound:
“Now Ollie, now friends! Canine, equine, and cow!
Come hide, come now quickly, up to the mow!”
To the barn, hurry up, go on back to your stalls
Go dash away, dash away! Dash away all!
So back to their sparkling stalls did they flee,
ever so eager to finally see;
that jolly old elf, dressed up all in red,
nothing like the white Charolais with a hat on his head!
And then, in a blink, they heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of eight pairs of hooves.
As they drew out their heads, over stall walls,
through the Dutch door came St. Nick, hearing their calls.
Decked out all in red, from his head to his hoof,
his suit was covered with hay, he looked like a goof!
A bundle of snacks he had stored in his sack,
And he looked like a hero as he opened his pack.
His eyes! How they shone, his dimples so merry!
His round little barrel just like a cranberry.
He was so chubby and plump, a right jolly old pony;
And they smiled when they saw him, so happy and cozy.
With a wink of his eye and a twist of the head,
He let all of them know there was nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, not a whinny he made,
but went straight to work, got down to his trade.
He filled all the stockings tossed over the stalls,
and took his time to appreciate the glittering halls.
Then suddenly, with nary a word, he turned right about,
and all about the barn his eyes did scout!
Then giving a smile to the big horse and cow,
back through the door he went with a bow.
Agile he sprang up the roof to his sleigh,
His bright red suit still shedding bits of hay.
To his team he did whistle and upwards they soared,
high up into the clouds with a jingling chord.
But Donte & Ollie, they swear to this day,
they heard him exclaim as he rode off in his sleigh –
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!