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Happy Holidays

“Jingle bells, jingles bells, jingle all the way....” is among my youngest girl’s (Amanda) favorite songs lately.  She loves to sing and that’s one song she loves. I can’t help but feel some heart felt feelings since I love horses and have had the wonderful experience of going on a hayride around the holidays.  There’s something about the sound of steady clopping hoofs and the jingling of the harness bells that’s soothing.  The barn where I used to take riding lessons would arrange to go on a group hayride near Christmas.  

We would meet and drive to the farm that had some draft horses and wagon for hayrides.  We’d get to the farm and see them bring out the draft horses.  They were just beautiful. They’d hitch them up and we’d all get into the wagon and sit in the hay. Once settled the hayride began. The hayride would travel down a quiet back road.  In the late evening the sky would be dark and some of the houses we passed had their Christmas lights on.  The lights and the stars above gave the evening a magical feeling.  We’d pass around the warm cider and sing some songs occasionally. But there were also quiet moments of just taking it all in ... The clopping hoofs, jingling bell, the stars and lights in the dark evening. Feelings of warmth and happiness were shared amidst the cold night air.


Recently we attended our city's tree lighting. They offered hayrides at the event. Our girls were excited when they saw the horses and hay wagon.  So we went on the hayride. It was a short ride around the school’s outer grounds. It was fun. The warm feelings of the past filled my cup. Now I got to share a little of it with our girls.


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