Remembering the day a horse arrived on my door step
Christmas is one of the most memorable times of year. When one is young your parents tell you that Santa Claus comes in the middle of the night and puts all those presents under the tree (you know, the ones that you’ve already shaken up trying to figure out what they are.) I have lots of good memories around Christmas one is when I wanted a Pony so bad I could taste it.
Well, when I was little girl growing up around cattle and horses I wanted my own horse. So I begged my parents for a horse, and when people asked me what I wanted for Christmas I told them “I want a pony!” I came home everyday and asked my parents everyday for a pony. They told me well if you are a good girl and go to bed on time maybe Santa will bring you a pony. On that Christmas Eve, I went to bed really early, but that didn’t really matter I still couldn’t sleep. Well, on Christmas morning I got up really early I remember it was really foggy. My brother and I opened all our presents and, need less to say, there was no pony to be found. So, a little later, the doorbell rang and my parents told me to get the door. I didn’t even get to the door and through the thick fog I could see the outline of a pony. I stood at the door for at least five minutes screaming frantically “I got a Pony, I got a Pony!” I was so excited. My Christmas wish had come true.
My grandparents had brought my pony and they told me that it was so foggy that night that Santa couldn’t see to bring him to my house, so he left him at their house with a note tied around his neck: “Please bring me to Lindsay Alves’s house.”
So when I finally had calmed down my Grandpa picked me up and put me on my new pony’s back. He must have walked me around on his back for at least an hour. I named my new pony Freckles because he was gray with little brown specks. I rode Freckles everyday the whole time I had Freckles I never once put a saddle on his back, I always rode bare back. I would run up the driveway everyday and go out there with him all day long.
Well, that winter was really wet so we had to take Freckles back out to my grandparents house. I went out to my grandparents every weekend. That Pony and I were inseparable. Well, one night I was in the kitchen when I the phone rang. It was my Grandpa, I answered he just said let me talk to your mom. Usually he will talk about Freckles but not this time. So I knew something was wrong. My mom finally got off the phone, after what seemed like an hour and was only five or ten minutes. She talked to my dad and then came back into the kitchen with me. My dad picked me up and put me on the counter and he told me he had bad news about Freckles. He told me that Freckles had a really bad tummy ache and he had to be put down.
I was so sad. They told me that they would get me a new pony, but I didn’t want a new pony. I wanted Freckles! I only had Freckles for about five or six months but the time spent with him was enough fun to last forever. I now have two horses and many others of my grandparents that I take care of. So I lost one great horse but gained another.