Dan the Pony
December 16, 2019
In Cedarfield tradition, the Pastoral Care Team created this compilation of holiday memoirs by team members and residents. We will share one a day through the holidays. Happy Holidays to you and yours!
Alexis Scott, Team Member
When I was four years old, it rained on Christmas. It was downright dreary and Christmas, I had decided, was not supposed to be dreary. It was simply not what Christmas should have been. My parents always went all out during the holidays—a big breakfast and lots of decorations. After all the Christmas presents had been opened, and I was still feeling a little let down by a dreary Christmas, my parents told me they had one more surprise for me. I remember my mother picking me up and taking me to the door. As my father opened the door, I buried my face in my mother’s hair because it was still raining. We went outside and standing in my backyard was a pony!
It still makes me cry when I think of that moment. The beauty and magic of Christmas came shining through in that instant. I hold so many special memories of riding my pony, who was named Dan, after an uncle who had passed away. My earliest memories all include Dan the pony. This ignited a life-long love of horses. I learned from this experience that when things don’t turn out the way you expect, just wait.
When it rains on Christmas these days, I just smile with my heart full of love, and I remember Dan the pony and how he changed my life.