My Horse Alberta

Alberta has pulled me many miles, her hoofs are placed one after another, But on this night of Christmas Eve, She pills a load of hay behind her. So many young smiles with laughter, Candles flickering in windows, With snow deep upon the ground, Alberta pulled all behind her, With Christmas songs being sung. Fireplaces lit with stockings hung, Sights of snow drifting to the ground, Carolers singing at each door passing, With smells of turkeys cooking, Apple pies on the windowsills cooling. Alberta an old friend of mine, A cold winter night but still she trotted, Trudging through the snow, All for the faces with glowing smiles, She kept her hoofs moving until the end, Then sat in the barn with wondering eyes, her hoofs tender hoping that someday, They will invent a gas-powered wagon