I don't want much for Christmas, don't spend a lot on me,
I know that money's tight just now with this economy.
The only thing I want this Yule is a pony ... horse ... or cob,
A bay or brown or black one ... any color'd do the job.

Not off the track or from a barn with sleek and fancy stuff,
I'd settle for a plain old hack that looks a little rough.
But please make sure he'll foxhunt, and jump the very best,
So when the field is on a run he'll keep up with the rest.

And, if you please, one that can show ... just locally, of course,
Perhaps a little Medal / Maclay or equitation horse.
Of course, I wouldn't really mind if I found you had sent,
A horse to hunt and show and hack and perhaps three-day event.

And then I'll need a saddle of English, French, or German fame,
With a matching bridle and brass plate on which to put his name.
I'll need a pair of clippers, too, to trim him front and back,
So he won't catch a cold or be mistaken for a yak.

And then I'll need a blanket, a cooler, rug, and sheet,
So he will have some clothes to wear in winter or the heat.
If you could, in my stocking put, hoof dressing and a pick,
Some worm and colic medicine ... in case he might bet sick.

A brush, a comb, a curry ... some shampoo for mane and tail,
A lead shank and a halter ... a feed tub and a pail,
And in the toe could you please stuff a ton of straw and hay,
And stop your sled for 100 pounds of oats along the way.

And do you think, old jolly man, that with a little luck,
You could fit in a two-horse trailer and a matching pick-up truck.
Oh, one more thing, dear Santa Claus ... but only if you're able,
Could you also bring along with this, 10 acres and a stable?