For the first time in my life, and possibly the last, I get to count myself as one of the lucky ones.
Since I was old enough to know what my dreams were I knew I wanted a pony for Christmas. Every Christmas morning before I checked the tree I checked the front yard because of course, if Santa had brought me a pony, that’s where he would tie it. There never was a pony tied but it didn’t stop me from asking again next year.
This year, 26 years of dreams came true.. And so what if he was delivered on a goat trailer instead of Santa’s sleigh, so what if he came a little early, so what if Santa was played by my dad, my god father, my friends…. Darwin still came, Darwin is my Christmas horse.
Merry Christmas Tumblr :)