*Sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells"*

Dashing through the streets, on a panicked runaway
If I can't get this colt to stop, there'll be a price to pay
I've pressured and released, but he won't give to the bit,
I wish that I was anywhere, instead of where I sit.

Jinglin' bells, flashing lights, reindeer on the roof
This colt gets higher off the ground, each time he lifts a hoof
If I could just get to the ground, the ground is where I'll stay;
And never ride no green-broke colt to town on Christmas Day.

Now we were doing fine, a joggin' down the lane
I used equine psychology and got inside his brain
But he could not stay hooked, when Old Saint Nick strolled by,
His beard ain't white at all, compared to this pony's eye.

Jinglin' bells, Santa Claus, Snowmen in the yard,
Training colts around Christmastime's a job that's kind of hard,
Carolers sing so loud and some jerk in a sleigh,
I wish I never rode this colt to town on Christmas Day.

A day or two ago, down on the old round pen
We'd progressed nicely throughout the book on up to Chapter Ten
I thought I had him broke, guess I had a ways to go,
'Cause I don't think John Lyons himself could get this horse to WHOA!

Jinglin' bells, dancing elves, and a merry HO! HO! HO!
This colt's wound up like a spring, I know he's gonna blow!
Angel hair and mistletoe and Rudolph's big red nose,
The end this ride is coming to, sure ain't the one I chose.

Oh Lord! I'm still aboard, as he dashes in the barn
That doorway's just a little snug, I think I've broke my arm,
Each time I try to rise, my ankle gives away,
I guess if I had to tell the truth, this just ain't been my day. OOOOOH!

Jinglin' bells, MRIs, ankle in a cast
At first I was mad at that colt, but now my rage has passed,
I'll limp for life, just use one arm, and I guess I'll lose this eye,
But I should be back to riding colts by the Fourth Day of July.