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Santa Claus Goes Horseback Riding To Deliver Gifts Deep In The Heart Of The West!

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Presented by benandsteve.com By: Benjamin Groff II©

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It was Christmas Eve, and the moon cast a silvery glow over the rugged terrain of the American West. Santa Claus stood at the edge of a vast canyon. He stroked his thick white beard as he surveyed the land below. The snow drifts piled high, blanketing the valleys, draws, and washes, creating a breathtaking and treacherous scene. His sleigh and reindeer had brought him far, but this terrain was no place for flying. The jagged canyon walls and towering evergreens made it impossible for his magical team to navigate.

Santa turned to a figure waiting patiently in the moonlight: a sturdy chestnut stallion saddled with a well-worn western saddle. The horse, named Thunder, had been his trusted companion for these trips into the Deep West for hundreds of years. He patted Thunder’s neck affectionately.

“Looks like it’s up to us again, old friend,”

Santa said.

He swapped his sleigh for the horse, securing the large sack of gifts over Thunder’s haunches. As he mounted, the jingling of bells on his coat mingled with the creak of leather. He clicked his tongue. They were off. The sound of hooves crunching through snow echoed into the quiet night.

The descent into the canyon was steep, and the trail was narrow and winding. Santa guided Thunder with practiced ease, his red coat standing out against the stark white snow. They crossed frozen creeks, forded icy streams, and climbed rocky outcrops that tested Thunder’s strength and agility.

The air was warmer but still crisp when they reached the valley floor. Santa paused to check his list, illuminated by a soft, magical glow. The Wilson-Anderson family ranch was just a few miles away, nestled among the rolling hills and cottonwood trees.

This family had been here for generations, raising cattle and carrying on the traditions of the American West. Santa always made a special effort to visit their remote ranch, knowing life’s challenges in such a rugged land.

The silhouette of the homestead came into view as they approached the ranch. Its windows glowed warmly in the cold night. Santa dismounted and led Thunder to the barn, leaving the horse to rest and nibble on hay.

Quietly, Santa crept to the house. He climbed onto the porch and found the door unlocked, as was common in these parts. Inside, the living room had simple yet heartfelt decorations. There was a cedar wreath and a small tree decorated with handmade ornaments. Stockings hung above a wood-burning stove.

Santa set to work. He filled the stockings with treats and small trinkets. Then he placed a beautifully wrapped gift for each family member under the tree. Santa left a fine leather rope for the youngest, Jesse. A tiny cowboy hat was also there because Jesse had asked for a lasso.

Before leaving, Santa took a moment to admire the scene. The family dog, a blue heeler, stirred from its bed by the fire. Recognizing the kind man, it wagged its tail and drifted back to sleep.

For Santa Claus, this was more than just delivering gifts. It was a tribute to the resilience of the families. These families carved out lives in the harsh beauty of the deep West. As he rode into the night, he hummed a cowboy tune. He felt grateful for the chance to be part of their enduring story. It was magical, even for one night each year.

Santa returned to the barn, where Thunder waited patiently. With a final glance at the peaceful ranch, he mounted his horse and began the journey back. The moon was high, and the stars sparkled like diamonds as they retraced their path through the snow-filled wilderness.