I’ve done door-to-door caroling. Burned my tongue on hot chocolate for the first time that night, haha. Yay for the Girl Scouts.
I’ve walked in a winter wonderland. Built a snowman. But we named him Oswald.
I went on a sleigh ride last winter. It was awesome! (It was a two-horse sleigh, though, so perhaps it doesn’t count.)
Took a sleigh ride. Got a nice photo of the north end of a southbound Shire.
I have slept in heavenly peace, but never rounded yon virgin.
Not my story, this happened to a friend of mine.
Her husband paid as much for his new horse as I paid for my car. The horse is a well trained warhouse who loves to get dressed up and have his hooves done with glitter. Lance is honestly a fabulous horse. He’s a BIG white horse who will kneel to let people mount. I’m not a horse person, but this horse will do almost anything with voice commands, or knee nudges. He’s pretty amazing. Lance also knows that he is beautiful so when he’s prancing around in parades, he knows to show off.
When my friends hubby bought the horse, one of the things mentioned was that Lance was very good in the harness.
A few years ago, it snowed. Husband had enough contacts that he was able to get someone to bring a sleigh to their house. My friend was supposed to stay inside because it was cold and a surprise.
Of course she looked out the window to see her husband bringing Lance out of the barn and hitching him up. Husband jumped in the sleigh and twitched the reins. Lance posed, but didn’t move. Husband gently hit Lance on the rump with the cane whip and Lance leaned into the harness and looked fabulous, neck arched and tail held high.
Husband thought that the sleigh was too heavy so got out to push. Lance just looked like a postcard as the snow covered his white fur. My friend got pics of that.
Next hub tried to push Lance. Lance is the St. Bernard of horses, hub’s shoulder was only hip high to the horse. Lance didn’t move, he looked annoyed, but he was still posing and beautiful.
Husband ran to the front and grabbed Lance’s bridle and pulled. Lance flopped his ears and huffed.
Husband thought that Lance was scared of the snow, so started digging the path clear while Lance showed off all of his postcard poses.
That didn’t work. My friend was peeing her pants by this time.
Finally, hub unhiched Lance, walked him to the door, went back to the sleigh and pulled it into position, hitched Lance back up, set up the camera for pics and got my friend.
Lance was very good in the harness, he posed and arched his neck and lifted his hooves.
I have never “gone wassailing among the leaves so green”.
How do you do this? All the leaves here (late December) are brown, and on the ground.
Years ago, Missus Coder and I used to organize an annual horse-drawn sleigh ride with friends, until the company that did this sold the farm, horses, and all. We had a great time at a bonfire after each ride, too. We had lots of people from out of town come for these events, so there were bodies strewn around the house everywhere that night. Ah, to be young again…
Seen a Silent Night many times, but while she may have been a virgin, it wasn’t for my lack of trying.
But I’m not gonna discuss what I did on a Midnight Clear here. Use your imagination.
I do know that the local high school has cancelled their Christmas pageant for this year.
It seems that they can’t find three wise men or a virgin.