If you’re in Wellington, Florida – the equine capital of the world this time of year – it’s perfectly normal to walk into a department store wearing britches and boots and smelling like the barn (even carrying a dog into Nordstrom is A-OK). Sadly, I’m not in Wellington this winter. In Washington, DC (where I sit inside on a cold, rainy day without a single palm tree or drop of sunshine in sight) – riding boots stick out like a sore thumb, at least in a department store.
My paddock boots strode lively and quick past racks of high fashion and took the up escalator to the home department. It was as if a magical force pulled me past the glistening Santa ornaments, half-price boxes of fancy chocolates, Waterford crystal snowflakes and expensive sparkling stockings, table runners, and holiday candles. I made a perfect square stop in front of a table covered in sturdy, beautifully painted boxes.
I opened one and stopped breathing for a second. Nestled inside lay the most beautiful ornament, ever. The adorable mouth-blown, hand painted glass pony blew my mind a little bit. His eyes — how they twinkled! His dapples how merry!
After a long pause to absorb it all, I snuggled the pony back into the velvet interior of his box. I cradled it in my arms as I perused the other ornaments, but didn’t see anything as wonderful as my Christmas pony treasure. A sales lady wrapped him up with care and I put him away in a special place.
It’s time for a long winter’s nap, sweet pony. I can’t wait to see you again next year.
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