How Do You Celebrate New Year’s Eve When You Own Horses?

When Glitter Meets Hay

New Year’s Eve usually means glitter, countdowns, and questionable dance moves. For her, it also meant horses. Because when you own horses, even the last night of the year doesn’t come with a pause button no matter how sparkly your dress or how fizzy the champagne.

A Slightly Zigzag Walk to the Barn

She and her partner stumbled toward the barn just before midnight, laughing a little too loudly and walking in the slightly zigzag way that says, yes, we definitely celebrated already. The cold air hit them like a reality check, instantly sobering them up by at least five percent.

Inside the barn, the horses lifted their heads in unison, clearly unimpressed. Midnight? New year? None of that mattered.

Horses With Zero Interest in the Countdown

“Happy New Year,” she whispered dramatically, nearly tripping over a bucket. The horses stared back, chewing slowly, as if to say, We don’t care what year it is. Where’s dinner?

Feeding time quickly turned into a mild comedy show. Hay flew everywhere except neatly into the feeders. One horse nudged her shoulder impatiently, while another inspected her partner’s jacket, possibly detecting champagne and bad decisions.

Midnight Chores, Barn Edition

Cleaning stalls was even better. Armed with pitchforks and questionable balance, they worked carefully, giggling every time a tool clattered louder than expected. Despite groggy heads and messy hair, there was something oddly perfect about it.

No loud music. No crowds. Just warm horse breath in cold air and the soft rhythm of chewing.

A Very Honest New Year Response

When midnight arrived on her phone, she raised an imaginary glass toward the horses. “New year, same chores,” she announced. One horse snorted, hay falling from its mouth, which felt like the most honest response possible.

Starting the Year the Right Way

They left the barn tired, slightly cleaner than the stalls, and smiling. The party might have been over, but the horses were fed, the barn was clean, and the year had started exactly the way it should: a little chaotic, very funny, and full of love horsehair included.