Christmas Day.
Quiet was the air around me when I awoke; sweet was the scent and the chill drove me back under the covers. Groggy, I peered around my hunter-green painted bedroom and to the window, where the dark, vine patterned curtains were drawn closed. I shivered as I sat up and the warmth left my covers and disappeared into the chilly air.
'I really need to turn up the heat,' I thought and pulled on a green sweater that felt immediately reflected my body heat back at me. I shivered again and pulled on two layers of striped socks and a pair of jeans. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to wake up and get excited.
Christmas. One of my favorite times of the year; where the snow looks like frosting upon the dead ground and the smell of gingerbread and cinnamon linger around in the air. The time where the cheerfulness rubs off upon you and seeps into your soul. This year, however, was different. The Hyrulian Gypsy stables; a place I could visit and be with these gentle giants. The excitement peaked. I flew out into the hallway (slipping some on the hardwood floors) and into the living room. Silence greeted my loudness and echoed it back at me. Shrugging off the silence, I skidded into the kitchen and threw together a very quick (and not-so-elegant) Christmas breakfast that contained eggs, bacon, and some cookies. Plus hot chocolate, as hot coffee makes me slightly sick. Throwing the hot cocoa into my new thermos (green with white snowflakes), I bolted down my breakfast at Thoroughbred speed and was lacing my boots up, throwing on my winter jacket, and out the door before my heater kicked on.
The snow crunched quietly under my feet as I made my way to the stables. My lovely girl, Zelda, was waiting for me there. I knew the stables made the horses treats for Christmas, and I could picture my Gypsy sniffing the air hopefully; catching lingering scents of apple and oat. I grinned at the thought and walked as fast as I dared on the slippery ice. I slid a few times, but never fell. I was honestly glad I didn't fall; falling usually ended badly for me. About twenty minutes later, I saw the stables up ahead. Christmas lights hung on the stable walls and people were milling around outside, chattering and exchanging gifts. I quickly opened the gate and slid inside, locking it after me. A few people whom I knew in the Gypsy community grinned and waved to me in greeting. I waved back and made my way to Zelda's stall after grabbing a few treats from the main office. Two horse cookies and an apple. Zelda adored apples and hated carrots. I wasn't about to tell her that there were carrot shavings in the cookies. Zelda shook her pretty head and whickered to me in greeting, her ears swiveling around. Someone had turned on a radio to the Christmas station; Jingle Bells rang through and down the stable aisle. Zelda snorted softly when I approached her and offered her the treats in my hand. After thoroughly inspecting (sniffling and nibbling) the cookies and apple, she began to wolf down the goodies like a hungered wolf. I snorted with laughter. "Are you sure you're the Princess of Hyrule?" I teasingly asked her. In return, she sprayed my face with bits of cookie. I squeezed my eyes shut and wiped my face with my sleeve. "Your highness," I bowed mockingly to her and went to get her winter blanket so she could prance around outside. When I came back and threw the blanket over her, she bumped my shoulder with her nose and snorted at me. I sighed and smoothed her coat down,
then threw the blanket on. I tightened and buckled the straps and got her pretty white leadrope; clipping it to her halter and opening her stall door. Zelda stretched slightly before following me. Well, leading was more like it. She was surging ahead until I would make her stop, which made her toss her head impatiently.
At last, we got to her pasture. I unclipped her leadrop and let her through to join her friends. She pawed at the snow before cantering stiffly off into the white horizon. Someone tapped my shoulder and made me jump a mile into the air with a small shriek. A stablehand apologized to me and stated, "Your Christmas Gypsy has arrived," with a smile. Christmas Gypsy? What? My heart began to race with excitement as I hurried to where the trailers were. The stablehand hurried to keep up with my racing little body. He pointed to a black trailer with Christmas decorations. "She's in there," he nodded and walked away. I raced to the trailer's door and started to open them. I couldn't see inside, it was so dark-
A beautiful, blood bay face peered out at me, snuffling softly. Her eyes were red yet pink at the same time. She was absolutely gorgeous. I managed to get the door open and walked up the ramp to my new horse. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her back left leg had a ribbon tied around it and a nametag on it read: GhiraWar.
I started laughing with happiness as I cuddled my new horse's head. With a whicker, she butted my stomach with her head and licked up some cookie crumbs. This was the best Christmas ever.