....do you remember the past?
He always knew
when it was Christmas Eve.
It was in the way he walked, the way
he looked at you when you put your hand
on his neck
and told him he was a good ol’ boy.
He would nuzzle
your shoulder just a little bit harder
and see things just a little bit better.
His coat was always
whiter and brighter
on Christmas Eve.
He also stood
much higher, towering over you,
waiting for his ride.
Everything looked and felt
just a little bit different on those Christmas Eve’s
long ago and that old white horse knew it,
and when you called him out
and said “Come on Blizzard,
let’s go on a ride†he would make
that unmistakable horse sound,
a low whinny that was soft and excited
and strangely human.
The other horse usually knew something
was happening,
but he didn’t know it like Blizzard knew it.
He was just along
for the ride,
happy to be part of the group.
My father told me that Blizzard
knew what day it was, the eve of the birth
of Christ,
and as a child, I just accepted that
and never
doubted it and to this day
I still
believe.
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