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// Tides of a Rare Christmas 1 
// Story: Tides of a Rare Christmas: Hearts' Warming Eve 
// by Ponyess 
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    The snow is falling, and it is merely a week to the merry night of the tidings.  I felt the urge to do something kind for my friends, and all the Ponies I know.

Timidely, I trotted off to Rarity, in hopes she had an idea, maybe she knew what I needed to do.  The Boutique may be in the middle of town and it is starting to bite, but I knew I had to go.  As I finally got to her door, the Butterflies on my flanks no longer looks the healthy light pink, so I hurried in, into the small outer room.

“Tidings!” I whispered in merry, but frozen tones as the door slammed shut behind my tail.

“Tidings, Flutter Shy.  You look as if you need a cup of seasonal Tea!” she exclaimed in reply.

“Thanks, I could have that Tea, right about now.  Then we can talk at length of what I had in mind!” I continued.

“Then I will have the Tea ready in a moment, then you can explain it in your own good time!” she put forth.

“It’s so cold, even my butterflies freeze.  In this case, the Tea is great!” I confessed.

“Yes, the Tea is great.  What we need now, is a pair of red boots, the thigh high once with a white and fluffy trim!” she put forth as she pour up the Tea.

“If you had a pair of these red boots, that would be wonderful.  I sure could use a pair of them right now.  If my hooves are warm, I would be much warmer myself too!” I responded, with a slight shiver for effect.

“I think I could come up with a pair for you too, if I just look carefully!” she pointed out, just after she had the first sip of the tea.

The room soon found a new quiet, as we took terms, slowly and carefully sipping on our respective cups.  The Tea is not merely warm, it is steaming hot.  So hot I had to blow the steam of the top before I could even dare the first sip, but it did me a world of good, washing the frost off of my main and tail.

“You certainly could use another cup!” she pronounced, just before pouring us a second cup.

“I’m afraid you are right.  Not to complain about the Tea, it has just the right seasonal joy to it.  I could sit here all day, just to enjoy the Tea with you, Rarity!” I dared.

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