"The years roll by, Tinsel, but it's always the same."
"The snow may fall and melt away, but it will never extinguish the flame."
"Never once, Tinsel, not this year or the next."
"As the years go by, Cupid, it never loses its effects!"
"Effects, Tinsel? What ever could be so strong?"
"You know too well Cupid. It's the ever present song."
"The song of hope? The song of love?"
"The song of joy. The song that dreams are made of."
"I hear it now, Tinsel. I hear it so true!"
"I hear it too, Cupid. To my heart, it's gone through."
The two reindeer looked out over the vast land of Equestria, the lights of the season brightening it even against the dark cold of the night. And even more-so, what made it shine more was of course the warm hearts that joined together in so many passing songs.