I live close to historical Gettysburg, Pennsylvania and aside from the battlefield and President Eisenhower's farm, there is also the "
Land of the Little Horses". According to local folklore (and very hush-hush) one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa called upon Rudolph to guide his sleigh and by the time they reached the "Land of the Little Horses", Rudolph was feeling rather frisky and well, as they say, the rest is history. The little horses perform daily but if you want to see any of Rudolph's offsprings, you will not see them at the farm, instead, you must go to
Sassy Cheryl's for this sweet image. I can tell you for a fact that on foggy Christmas Eves the sky around Gettysburg is illuminated by tiny red lights and one purple light. No one has ever explained the purple light but I suspect the Easter Bunny knows the answer.
P.S. Can't help but wonder how many of you will click on the link to the "Land of the Little Horse" to see if I'm joshing?
