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// Santa Claws? 
// Story: When They Were Young: Luna and Celestia's Memories 
// by InvaderSplorch 
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	'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
With the clock ringing a quarter past eight,
The ponies were all sleeping in their somber state.

But two were still up,
Pondering how they would stay awake.
It was Woona and Tia,
There was no mistake.

Both sisters thinking on the task at hoof,
At how this creature could just appear and then go poof!
They were deeply troubled by this state of mind,
Their hearts racing with the tick of the time.

The sisters locked eyes and nodded their heads,
Today would be the day that this mystery WILL END!
They tiptoed silently down the stairs,
And into the living room with folding lawn chairs.

The room was aglow with lights and joy,
The presents tucked below the tree, each one containing a toy.
The stockings were hung on the far wall,
With tender loving care so they would not fall.

They set up their chairs and waited for Claus,
Luna scanning for big fluffy paws.
Their parents had told them the name,
But Celestia figured this was a game.

"Why would he appear only one night?
And then suddenly disappear out of sight?
I tell you Luna, this does not make sense,
Do our parents think we are this dense?"

"Now dear sister, don't think I'm wrong,
But maybe mother and father were right all along?	
Maybe Claus is like a spirit of the night,
Delivering presents to all the good ponies along his flight."

"Or maybe he's a bear,
Hypnotizing children with his malicious stare.
His name is CLAWS after all,
Such a name, makes me think he's not a pony at all."

Woona merely cocked her head and stared at her sister,
Baffled by the logic since Claus's first name was Mister.
Celestia stared straight ahead, 
Before turning to see steam blowing out of her sister's head.

"Are you kidding me? He's a pony, not a bear, 
I think your head is filled with hot air."

"Well maybe you're wrong and I'm just right,
After all, you can't even stay up in the middle of the night!"

"Oh, yeah? Well I'll just show you!
I'll capture him myself and we'll see what is true!"

The sisters stared at each other, anger in their eyes,
For each one wanted to claim their own prize.

Time dragged on as if standing still,
The cold sinking into them, winter's embracing chill.
Just when they were about to fall asleep,
They heard the shuffling of feet, breaking their counting of endless sheep.

Not below or outside the door,
But above them, is this what they have been waiting for?

"It sounded like it came from the roof, 
But be not mistaken, something is aloof,"
Celestia boldly stated, standing her ground, 
Her eyes darting around.

Footsteps came from the stairs,
Heavy sounds as if made by a pack of bears.
This thought crossed Woona's mind,
Her body feeling as if entrapped in a bind.

The final step this pony did take, 
A jolly big belly surrounded by white frilly lace.
The sisters' eyes went wide in surprise,
To see that their parents told them no lies.

This big red pony holding a large burlap sack,
The weight of it being supported by his muscular back.
A big red cap with a white ball donned at its peak,
And even his black boots made an audible squeak.

They couldn't believe that he could exist,
This was a most unforeseen twist,
As Celestia's face tuned a bright red,
The Santa Claus politely asked them to go to bed.

The sisters did as they told, picking up the chairs and putting them away,
Saddened that they could not stay awake the whole day.
But before they went up to go to sleep,
The jolly Claus gave them both a sweet treat.

He gave Celestia a nice soft teddy bear,
And Luna could do nothing but stare.
He gave Luna a card that read,
"Tomorrow you must use your skills to slay the undead."


The two sisters went up to their room,
Tucked themselves in and fell asleep soon.

Santa Claus quietly went into their parent's room,
So as to remove all the clothing very soon.

It turns out their father was the red pony,
In order to prove that Claus was no phony.
He felt proud to accomplish this feat,
After all, one's father cannot simply be beat.

And so this story has reached its end,
I hope to see all of my readers again.