I had to pause.
This hat holds a lot of memories.
The first Christmas I spent with Sultan, I bought him this Santa hat. I cut holes out of it so it would fit over his long horse ears. It was ridiculous and he hated it. I can't count how many times he tossed it off into the dirt.
But I made him wear it every year.
I remember our first Christmas together. It was cold (for Phoenix) and we rode to a nearby Baptist church to take pictures.
That was the beginning of a Christmas tradition.
Humiliating my horse became one of my favorite pasttimes.
I was always sure to give him plenty of Christmas treats--carrots, ginger snaps (his favorite), or a warm bran mash with candy cane pieces.
To make up for the Santa hat.
I think he was grateful.
I will keep the Santa hat with our Christmas things, to help me remember.
The Brown-Eyed Girl