Dear Santa, thanks for nothing.

I woke up yesterday morning to the lovely sounds of my husband frantically wrapping Xmas gifts before I woke up.  Way to plan, buddy.

(and yes, I know I’m being slightly judgey and hypocritical here, as I later shoo’d him away from the living room while yelling “Avert your eyes!” while I filled his stocking.  Whoops.)

Yes, the day was great – filled with foods, friends, and Christmas presents.  Yay Christmas and Jesus.

But guess what was missing?

A pony…anywhere, much less under my tree.

Gee thanks, Santa, way to not fulfill my hopes and dreams this year.

Luckily, my birthday is right around the corner, and guess what this soon-to-be 29 year old newlywed wants?

(if you guess “a baby”, you’re totally wrong, but at this point, if you guessed anything other than “a Gigi”, then you’re clearly missing the point of these posts)

Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is a pony.

No seriously, Santa, bring me a pony.  Wrapped in a bow.

Actually, what I really want is a “Gigi” for Christmas.  She’s a 16.3 hand Dutch warmblood cross “pony”, and she’s amazing! (sidenote: I feel like if I continue to use the word “pony”, my husband won’t put two and two together to realize I’m actually referring to the gigantic 1400 pound beast mare I leased this past summer.  So far, it’s not working.  Plus, when I tell my non-horsie friends that I want a HORSE for Christmas, they freak out a little.  But if I use the term “pony”, everyone smiles and giggles a little as they envision tiny little ponies prancing in the snow.)

But Santa, please don’t get confused here.  I don’t want a stupid pony.*  I want Gigi. For reals.

I wasn’t kidding about the bow, either.

Actually, what I really want is for my husband to make breakfast for me on Christmas morning, then make up a weird excuse for us to go run errands, and then we just happen to drive to the barn, and while I feign surprise, walk over to a stall wrapped in a giant red bow.

With Gigi inside.

And a fancy nameplate on the stall door declaring me her owner forever and ever and ever.

Thanks, Santa, I know you’ll pull through for me!  I’ll leave some sweet snickerdoodles at the barn for you;  feel free to share w/ Gigi, but be careful, she’s a treat freak.

*not all ponies are stupid.  Most are actually much smarter than their riders, and some are even quite adorable.  However, I feel ginormous on anything under 16 hands, so there you go.