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From your giver at 12/21/2022 12:37 PM -
On the eve of the gift exchange all through the stable
spirits were high for every roan, dun, and sable.
The riders were nestled all snug in their bunks,
dreaming of ribbons and hedges and jumps.

The stallions were trying to impress all the mares
and the yearlings caused mischief by making up dares.
Over their mangers the ponies told
stories and legends from times of old.

They told of how on Christmas night
PonPon the Christmas Pony made his annual flight.
"How can he do that?" The yearlings asked.
"To visit the world he must be real fast!"

The ponies all wondered, surmised, and discussed,
then finally agreed it must be pixie dust.
Out in the snow a soft nicker sounded,
the ponies raced out--nostrils flared and eyes rounded!

In the snowfall he stood, that creature of legend
PonPon the Christmas pony in moonlight that glistened.
He was chubby and round, and he'd brought them all gifts
of apples and carrots and peppermint sticks.

He tossed his head with a gleam in his eye
and galloped away across the night sky.
The silence was broken by one final neigh
wishing them all a happy holiday.

(Thank you for the wonderful gifts, Secret Gifter. You've made my season! :D)
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