What I AM Getting for Christmas - A Country Wish Come True

A few weeks ago, I posted about a gorgeous horse I saw and titled it “What I Want for Christmas.” Well… spoiler alert: I’m not getting him.

But here’s what I am getting instead—Talon, my very own living, breathing, breathtaking Gypsy Vanner, (also called a Gypsy Cob).

Even as I write that, it still feels a little unreal. Not long ago, I was firmly planted in the “No way can I afford a Gypsy” camp. I’d convinced myself it was a dream better suited for Pinterest boards and daydreams than real life. And yet here I am, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, checking feed prices, revisiting training notes, and repeating his name out loud just because I love how it sounds. Talon. It fits him perfectly—strong, graceful, and just a little mysterious.

He’s everything I ever imagined when I thought of my “someday horse.” Long flowing mane, feathered legs that look like he’s trotting on clouds, a steady, kind personality, and that unmistakable Gypsy Vanner presence that makes you stop in your tracks just to watch.

A huge thank-you goes to Sharon Teague at Big Sky Gypsy Horses, who helped turn this crazy dream into reality. She’s been wonderful—patient, knowledgeable, and every bit as passionate about these amazing horses as I am. And, of course, I have to thank my husband. He’s not exactly a “horse person,” but he is a me person—and that makes all the difference. I love you, honey.

Though, between us, I think he secretly likes the horses more than he admits. Every time we’re around them, they gravitate straight to him. Can’t say I blame them—he gives Olympic-level scratches. Horses know a good thing when they find it.

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