Christmas at a show barn

Dedicated to my FarmWife, Marnie.
Sung to the tune of "The Christmas Song," aka "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire."


♬♩Chestnuts boasting of their famous sires, 
Rude dogs nipping at your nose,
Ringside gossip being spread by young riders,
And folks dressed up in pricey clothes.


Everybody knows Vespucci, Bates, or Stubben tack
Will serve to make a hunter shine.
Slender girls with their hair all pulled back
Will find their custom DerDaus nice. 


They know that springtime's on its way; 
The time to put the heavy Rambo rugs away.
And every amateur is going to find
That just a hundred grand will buy a lovely ride.


And so I'm offering this simple thanks,
That I am just a humble mule.
The show world is nice, but I wouldn't think twice—
I'd rather be here, home, with you. ♪♫