The Stablewoman Poem by Leland D'Elormie

A stablewoman has a gentle heart,
She tends the ponies, pullers of the cart,
She loads the wagon and she drives it down,
To entertain the children of the town,
And give them boxes wrapped in shiny bows,
And candy canes in pretty little rows,
To tell them stories at the yule-log,
To make them laugh and chase them with her dog,
And as her husband watches her, he grins,
She mends the poor boys pants with silver pins,
And jangling from her hood are sliver bells,
Which some say help her cast her magic spells,
With grace this white witch whispers to the mare,
Who sprouts wings like a dove and mounts the air,
The children try to laugh but only stare,
They stand bewitched and huddle in the square,
At dusk she passes candles to them all,
She winks up to the stars and down they fall,
These meteors she's conjured burn so bright,
They far outshine the children's candlelight,
So in this way she makes them all believe,
In miracles and dreams on Christmas Eve,
When midnight comes, for home she makes a start,
A lovely woman with a gentle heart.