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// That's Hearth's Warming! 
// Story: A Visit From Luna And Other Hearth's Warming Poems 
// by Sarcasmo 
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When winter's first fresh flakes of snow
Come fluttering to the ground below,
And gather in those giant heaps
Whose clearing causes sobs and weeps,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When Manestreet's dressed in festive lights
That warrant any bragging rights,
And everypony there you meet
Is munching on some sugar treat,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When everypony and their kin
Forget about the day's chagrin
And sit down by the fireplace
To revel in its warm embrace,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When letters come from Golden Oak,
Inviting all of Twilight's folk
To leave behind their boards and beds
And celebrate at hers instead,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When Spike is thrilled to great extent
Awaiting Mom and Dad's advent,
Till Twi' gets him to take a seat
By bribing him with something sweet,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When Shining, Cadence, Mom, and Dad
Upon arrival show how glad
They are to see, and how they miss,
Their Twilight with a hug and kiss,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When Mom does not want to unpack,
But rather goes prepare a snack,
Till Cadence voices the request
To put her baking to the test,
And mother happily concedes
The kitchen to attend the needs
Of Twilight, who still has to get
The dinner table fully set,
It's Hearth's Warming!

When Dad determines that he should
Ignite the chimney's firewood
Not with his horn's traditi'nal sway,
But do it the earth pony way,
While Shining Armor thinks it's great
His sister bought a cider crate,
And fills his mug, as not to waste
More time before he has a taste,
It's Hearth's Warming!

When Spike claims he'd take out the trash,
Then wanders to his secret stash –
The sweet and plentiful remains
Of last years hoarded candy canes –
While Mom and Twilight do not care,
Instead exchange an evil glare,
Content to carry on their fight
Over which table napkin's right,
As Cadence simply can't bend straight
The gingerbread house on her plate,
And, occupied, has no concern
For both the cakes she left to burn,
While Dad can't figure out the trick
To start a fire with stick and stick,
And Shining, with the first mug done,
Decides to have another one,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When Twilight's dad still hasn't quit
His tries to get the chimney lit,
Since if all fails, there's, after all,
The help of methyl alcohol,
As Shinning Armor starts to chug
And empties yet another mug,
And simply doesn't care to think
About how much he had to drink,
Meanwhile the kitchen's smoke alarm
Proclaims some further baked good harm,
As Cadence must admit defeat
To her two cakes too burned to eat,
Nevertheless, not all is lost,
As she's convinced her toothsome fros-
Ting's more than fit to fully glaze 
All of the spots she set ablaze,
While Spike goes through a giant flush
Of vigor from his sugar rush,
And nopony observes him sneak
Back in, dead set to take a peek
Inside every  Hearth's Warming gift
With two claws working bold and swift,
Where under the Hearth's Warming tree,
He starts a gift unwrapping spree,
As Mom and Twi' their time devote
To being at each other's throat,
Since either's choice of dinner set
Causes the other one to fret,
And in their rage, they curse and shout
And point their hooves and stomp about,
So much do those two cause a scene
That Shining needs to intervene,
But through his mumbling drunken slur
He can't convince them that they err,
And struggling to stay on his feet,
He falls right back into his seat,
As Cadence deems they need a break
And serves each one a slice of cake
And both of them suspend their clash
To try a piece  frosted ash,
But right after she starts to chew
Poor Twilight feels the urge to spew,
And prays that there's an open path
For her to sprint into the bath,
And there, behind closed doors, unfurls
A series of ghastly hurls,
But as she opens up the lock
She's stricken by another shock,
Since where she laid the gifts, instead
She only finds some gift wrap shreds
And opened bows and havoc wreaked,
To which she answers with a shriek,
Which promptly startles Spike, who jumps
Out of his hiding spot, but bumps
Into the tree which badly sways,
Then falls into the fireplace
Which is what gets it to ignite
And instantly the tree burns bright,
As Twilight, who tries to contain
The flames sets fire to her mane,
As Twilight's dad is quick to pour
All cider left across the floor,
And really manages to douse
All of the flames around the house
And on his daughter, who's upset
That now she's also sticky wet,
And after all that's gone awry
Twi' can't do anything but sigh,
It's Hearth's Warming!


When next year they all meet again
At Twilight's library, where then
They browse through last year's photographs,
With each one earning many laughs,
Since after all's been said and done,
Hearth's Warming nonetheless was fun,
As they, by now, look back at ease
And call these precious memories.
It's Hearth's Warming!