Christmas Clyde
I can’t believe it’ll be Christmas Eve in 3 weeks. When I angst and fret, my family pat me on the head - ‘but there’s ages to go yet – and don’t go to so much trouble this time!’. These same people will be expecting filled stockings on Xmas morning, a pile of wrapped presents under the beautifully decorated tree, and a perfectly planned meal at 2pm. Preceded by meals the day before and meals the 3 days afterwards, at which times the shops will be shut. Maybe they still believe in Elves?
Mind you Christmas shopping for pony-girl has been easy this year (in fact she has used up all credit for about six Christmases to come what with 1000lb of solid pony now stuck in that stable, with his munch-meter running 24/7 365 days a year). Christmas shopping for Clyde… hmmm.. My melting insides when he thrusts his soft muzzle into my hand haven’t blinded me to the fact that his little pony heart won’t throb with excitement when he sees his Christmas presents, but today was December 1st and he appreciated the surprise behind the first door of his advent calendar (cod-liver oil and tasty titbit). We’ve hung it on his tack peg, clearly, nay, boldly! labelled ‘Clyde’s Advent Calendar’ – do I hear a ghostly whisper of ‘Owners from hell…’ ?
Belle and Caresse are my partners in crime, since they coo and fuss over their piebald cob Teegee as if she is the most beautiful thing on earth. This is lovely to see, especially since Teegee is scarily ugly with a madly glaring wall eye and a nature so vile she has to be escorted through the yard with a runner at nose and tail: “Keep your horses clear! Back off, back off, I tell you!” But she is very loved and will, they tell me, be adorned with tinsel and have bells on her saddle on Christmas day, which will hopefully distract Pat’s vengeful eye away from Clyde’s little red hat with reindeer antlers.
Mind you Christmas shopping for pony-girl has been easy this year (in fact she has used up all credit for about six Christmases to come what with 1000lb of solid pony now stuck in that stable, with his munch-meter running 24/7 365 days a year). Christmas shopping for Clyde… hmmm.. My melting insides when he thrusts his soft muzzle into my hand haven’t blinded me to the fact that his little pony heart won’t throb with excitement when he sees his Christmas presents, but today was December 1st and he appreciated the surprise behind the first door of his advent calendar (cod-liver oil and tasty titbit). We’ve hung it on his tack peg, clearly, nay, boldly! labelled ‘Clyde’s Advent Calendar’ – do I hear a ghostly whisper of ‘Owners from hell…’ ?
Belle and Caresse are my partners in crime, since they coo and fuss over their piebald cob Teegee as if she is the most beautiful thing on earth. This is lovely to see, especially since Teegee is scarily ugly with a madly glaring wall eye and a nature so vile she has to be escorted through the yard with a runner at nose and tail: “Keep your horses clear! Back off, back off, I tell you!” But she is very loved and will, they tell me, be adorned with tinsel and have bells on her saddle on Christmas day, which will hopefully distract Pat’s vengeful eye away from Clyde’s little red hat with reindeer antlers.
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