The Filly’s New Shoes
Thursday, December 3rd, 2009
A Merry Christmas—Stable—Fable
By Kelly Belle
Dear Santa,
I’ve been a good Filly, yes, ‘tis true,
For Christmas this year I’d love Jimmy Choos!
I know they’re expensive and of course I need four,
And I promise never to ask you for more.
As you see, dear Santa, I pull carriages for hire,
Up and down the streets for London town buyers.
My shoes, they are ugly, cold and steel.
Oh, how the pain does make my head reel.
One day I noticed in front of Choo’s store,
The women were happy… need I say more!
Their smiles so bright and shoes so fine,
Right then and there I wished they were mine.
~
The Elves did read the sad Filly’s letter.
They knew in a flash how to make her feel better.
They placed an order direct to Choo’s store,
Requesting her pleasure quantity four!
The shop did reply soon as received,
An order they surely could not believe.
What are you thinking, you silly ol’ Elves?
We’ve no shoes for horses here on our shelves.
The Elves weren’t sure just what to do,
So the order itself merely slipped thru.
~
‘Twas the Eve of Christmas as Santa got ready,
Making sure he’d not missed one little teddy.
As he walked from the workshop he glanced from behind.
A crumpled up note he surely did find.
To Santa’s chagrin, “Oh, this can not be!
A sad little filly is waiting for me.”
Santa checks the names as you know he should.
The Filly was marked on his list labeled “Good”!
He looked at the clock and had to think fast.
Miss Filly, unfortunately, would have to be last.
~
Now back at the livery the horses were fed,
While the Filly had visions of Choos in her head.
The dawn did break with Christmas anew,
But the Filly’s red stocking held not one single shoe.
The old mares they laughed and said with a sneer,
“Don’t you know Santa never comes here.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said with a sigh,
“I wrote him a letter,” then started to cry.
~
The cabbies prepared their carts for hire.
The Filly was hitched with her harness attire.
Outside a man yelled into the stable,
“I need a horse quick, ready and able.”
As the Filly hacked her way through the snow,
Her passenger sang carols sweet, soft and low.
He seemed rather odd and smudged with ash.
‘Neath his old coat he wore a red sash.
Yelling to the driver, “Stop at this store.
I’ve got to look for just one present more!”
What seemed like hours she stood at the walk.
The oddly dressed man came around from the block.
He carried a box to the Filly’s surprise,
Was a pair of Choo shoes, just the right size!
High heeled and strappy, both pretty and pink,
She knew in an instant … as Santa gave her a wink!
Oh, how the Filly’s life was complete,
As she danced down the street with Jimmy Choos on her feet!
~
Let this be a lesson to those with no dreams:
With the right pair of shoes a Filly can do anything!
