(Sorry for the crappy syllable pattern, but I'm sure you guys can handle it.)

It was a joyous Hearth's Warming in Ponyville,
A day where everypony laughed and Time stood still.
But this year, a villain came to ruin the night,
She had it all planned out, to destroy everypony's delight.
Oh yes, Gilda the Griffon had finally come back,
And Ponyville was the site of her first attack.
They were going to pay for what they did,
Every single one, foal, calf or kid.
And so she schemed, hidden in the trees,
Laughter carrying to her ears, on the breeze...

Three little fillies worked, happy and nice,
None of them minding the snow or the ice.
They were in a crude clubhouse with tacky decorations
But it didn't matter! They continued their ministrations.
It was the prettiest tree in the world to these three:
Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle: the CMC.

Gilda looked in from outside in the snow.
She cackled ruthlessly. Time for a show.