Dear Santa


I have been being a VERY good horse.  I have even be letting my rider do silly things to me.


She says these are reindeer antlers for sleigh pulling.  I told her I am not a sleigh pulling horse.  I am a jumping horse.  She said you are being a dancing horse now.  But I am still not a pulling anything horse, except when the Horse Eating Monster tries to get my head.  Then I am a pulling VERY HARD horse!!!!

I had to stand still to get brushed.  My rider cleaned my jacket and asked if I had to work to get so dirty, or does it just happen?  I said I do not try to get the jacket dirty.  It is just between the mud and my back when I roll.

Then I had to get more pictures.  My rider said I was not going to have to pull any sleigh, but I was going to have to stand still.  The rider who rides me even through she is not my rider took pictures.  Everyone wanted me to look at her and put my ears forward. I did not feel like doing that, so I was putting my head here, and there.   Then my rider said Wait! I have an idea.  She gave something to the other rider but I did not pay attention.   Everyone said Huey! Look! but I did not want to look.  I thought it was enough that I had to be an antler wearing horse I was not also having to be a looking at a camera horse.  So I did not pay any attention to that at all!!!  I am being a horse with my own mind!!!

But then do you know what?

I heard a noise.

It was a crunching noise.  Not a horse crunching on wood noise.  And not even a horse crunching on grain noise, even if there could have been, because no other horse was being in the barn.

It was more like a horse crunching on a carrot noise.  I said Hey! What is that noise?  It sounds like a CARROT.  And the picture taking person said crunch crunch crunch.

Well, that had my attention pretty fast!


It WAS a carrot!!!!  I surged forward to get that carrot!! And everyone laughed and said OK Huey you can have the carrot!

Well, you know how it is with me and carrot.  That is all I am being able to think about!  And I said Carrot! Carrot! Carrot!!! and I jumped around in the ties.  So my rider said We should be going outside for a minute.  And then you know what?  She wanted me to stand still.  Outside.  With carrots in my head!!!

You said Carrot.

My rider waved something under my nose, but it wasn’t a carrot.  I thought it might be, but it wasn’t.


It was just the rope.  Then I remember that the picture taking person had the carrot before, so I said Hey! You person!  Are there any more carrots?


Then my rider said Huey you are too excitable.  I said how can I be too excitable?  That was a carrot!  And maybe there is another one!!!  And she said Yes BUT you need to hold still for pictures and then get your jacket on.  Now quit fidgeting and move your butt out!  So I said OK but only one picture.  That is all.  I am being a good horse.  I am not being a dead horse.


Then I had to go back in the ties to get my jacket on.  But the other picture taking person came in too.  And you know what? She put her hand out, and it still smelled like carrots, and she let me lick that carrot smell right off.


So, you are seeing Santa what a good horse I have been being.  Not just any horse would be letting this kind of thing happen.  So I am a deserving presents horse.  And I bet you know what kind of presents I am deserving!  CARROTS!!!!  I will be waiting for you to be bringing me lots and lots of them Santa!!  You will be finding me in the barn with the green blankets on the door and the Magic Horse Protection Amulet you brought last year.  I did not get to have that on my door for a long time, and that is why I got the leg owie, but now that I am having it, only good things are happening.  Like CARROTS.

Your friend,

Huey the Wonder Horse.


About Lori Holder-Webb

I'm a Southern Woman by birth and a Texan Woman by upbringing...and yet I find myself living in New England and married to a New York City boy. Up here we use the same currency as we do at home, and I don't need to travel with a passport, but the commonalities pretty much end there. The language is different, the jokes are different, the people are different, and the weather and terrain sure are different too. I moved away from Texas in 2002, and ever since then, I've been the stranger in the strange land... I've had some questions about the name of the blog - if you were not alive, or living abroad or under a rock, or in grad school during the late 1980s, Oldsmobile attempted to shuck its stodgy image with a series of commercials intended to bring brand appeal to the younger generation: this car, they said, is not your father's Oldsmobile. If you have a morbid curiosity, hit YouTube for William Shatner will take you right there.

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