NORMAN — Editor’s note: The following story was submitted to the Transcript’s annual Christmas story contest.
One of my best Christmas memories was actually a day before Christmas.
I had told my grandpa that I wanted a new horse for Christmas. He laughed because we had just gotten a horse a few months before, but she was very old and sickly. We knew she would not last long, but I loved her, and her owner was going to shoot her if we didn’t take her. Her name was Blossom.
On Christmas Eve, my grandpa saw her lying still in the field. He thought she was dead, but when he got up to her, he found her alive, and with a cute little fuzzy surprise. She had had a colt. We named him Mischief. He is now 7, and Blossom passed away eight months later, but Mischief is my favorite Christmas present ever.
P.S. His name is Mischief because the night he was born, he got stuck in the water trough.