Several sweet and romantic drabbles set on one snowy night in Ponyville.
Several sweet and romantic drabbles set on one snowy Hearth's Warming Eve in Ponyville.
-'I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm,' in which Macintosh and Fluttershy spend their first Hearth's Warming as husband and wife stretched out by the fire. There seems to be something on Fluttershy's mind.
-'Baby, It's Cold Outside,' in which Applejack and Rainbow Dash find themselves snowed in at Fluttershy's old cottage with nothing but each other and a mysterious bottle for company.
-'Santa Baby,' in which Spike seeks to prove to Rarity that Santa Hooves is real... no matter what it takes.
-'I Believe in Santa Hooves,' in which one little filly gets a visit from the pony she misses the most.
Short and sweet, these tales are my gift to all who read my stories.
It's a story that, at first glance, seems familiar. Upon closer inspection, however, one discovers that there have been some small changes in each telling. Characters have been replaced or added, morals may have been shoved in to give the story a point...
But the point of a story is that it's a story.
And this is a story about snow.
Not just any snow, mind you, but the snow that falls on the night of Hearth's Warming Eve. In Ponyville, they say there's a magic in that snow.
You all know the story of the first Hearth's Warming Eve. How three tribes became one family and founded a new land in the spirit of love, tolerance, and friendship. How the power of what was in their hearts was enough to drive away the Windigos, those terrible beasts who brought with them that cursed, endless winter.
As the story is told in Ponyville, each year the Windigos come back.
The snow on Hearth's Warming Eve is indeed magical, but not for the reasons you'd think. It is a test, an experiment wrought by the Windigos to see if the bonds between ponies has faltered at all in the past year. Since Ponyville is special in that it's called home by pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies, the Windigos choose the little town each year as the measuring stick of love and friendship in Equestria.
That is why, ponies say, you must be with those you love on the night of Hearth's Warming Eve. You must show that love and give it enough strength that it burns into the night and drives the Windigos away for one more year.
Besides, Santa Hooves can't find his way to Ponyville if his way is blocked by magical snow.
Tonight, let us peer down ever-so-briefly into the lives of these ponies we've come to know and love and see how they intend to drive away the Windigos this night.
Yes, the sun has been laid to rest and the moon shines bright in the sky. The stars are twinkling, but very few can be seen with the gathering clouds. In the town below, the lights are lit, the fires are started, and the little ones prepare for bed.
The mood is set. The moment is prepared.
There! Falling gracefully from the cloud... the very first flake.
Mac popped his back as he relaxed on the spacious couch that took up most of the room in the farm-house's living room. He peered out the window at the falling snow flakes and smiled as he remembered playing in that very snow as a young colt. He and his friends would run around, bundled as tightly as they could be, building snow ponies and having fights in huge ice forts.
He remembered, on one particularly snowy day, how he and Pa had...
Pa.
Mac braced himself for the usual stabbing pain in his heart he always felt this time of year when he thought of his departed mother and father.
It was there... but it wasn't nearly as painful as usual.
He reckoned that it had something to do with the angel busying herself in the kitchen making some fresh hot chocolate.
Mac's smile returned as he gazed into the fire blazing in the hearth. The past few months being married to Fluttershy had been just as wonderful as he'd always imagined they'd be. He found himself now taking the strangest pleasures from the simplest things; waking up with her by his side each morning, the look of love in her eyes when she brought him lunch while he tilled the fields...
Heck, he'd even enjoyed their first quarrel. She'd won, of course, but it gave him the greatest happiness to know that he had a wife who, despite her demure appearance, knew when to put her hoof down.
He would make sure not to leave his towels on the bathroom floor anymore, that was for sure.
He looked up the from the fire as she floated in, a mug of steaming hot chocolate in either hoof, her wings flapping gently from where they stuck out from the special green sweater Granny Smith had knit her just that morning, her mane done up in a long pink pony-tail. She beamed at him and passed him his mug before settling by his side. “How is it?”
Mac blew on the scalding liquid and took an experimental sip. “...perfect, little wing. Just perfect.”
She grinned and repeated his actions. “It took a few tries, but I think I finally got the right amount of marshmallows in there.”
He chuckled and put his free hoof around her. “'Shy, you know not everything has to be perfect. It's not like I'm gonna leave you if there's too many marshmallows in my drink.”
She giggled as she snuggled closer to him. “I know, big bunny, I know. It's just...”
“Just?”
“Just our first Hearth's Warming Eve together.”
He raised his mug in salute. “The first of many.”
“Here here.” She laughed again as they clinked mugs and took another sip. “I just want everything to be perfect.”
They lay together like that for a long while, watching the snow flurry outside, the only sounds the crackling of the logs in the fire and the logs Granny Smith was sawing upstairs.
“Big bunny?”
Mac shook off the doze he was starting to settle in and looked down at her. “Yes, little wing?”
“I want to do this every year on Hearth's Warming. I want us all to cozy up to the fire like this and drink hot chocolate and just enjoy being near each other.”
Mac kissed her forehead. “Of course, little wing.” Her phrasing was bouncing around his dozing brain. “Not sure what you mean by 'all' though. Granny's already in bed, Applebloom's at her friend's house, and AJ's out somewhere with Rainbow Dash.”
Fluttershy looked away. “I mean all of us. You, me, and...” She reached back, took his hoof that was around her, and placed it on her stomach.
Suddenly Mac was wide awake.
“Fluttershy... are you serious?”
Still not looking at him, she nodded.
He put his mug on the ground and used his now free hoof to turn her face to his. “How long have you known?”
“Just a week.”
“How long have you been...?”
“The doctor said I'm only a couple months along. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier, big bunny. I just started feeling so woozy and I told Rarity and she said that it sounded like what happened when she had Sweetie Belle and I just wanted the moment I told you to be perfect and I...”
He cut her off with a kiss, strong and gentle at the same time. She melted into it as she always did and her babbling died in the same instant as it had arrived.
When they parted, Fluttershy gaped at what she saw. “Macintosh, are you... crying?”
There was no sense in denying it, so Mac only nodded as he sniffled. “Sorry, I'm just... oh little wing, I love you so much.”
They kissed again and snuggled closer together.
A million thoughts ran through Mac's head. A million worries and a million joys and a million sorrows... he was sure his head would pop. He craned his neck and looked out into the snowy night once again.
He saw himself with Pa, galloping around in the snow, racing and laughing and having a day so wonderful together Mac would remember it for the rest of his days.
He saw himself with a little filly, playing and running just as he and Pa had done.
He found his hoof unconsciously rubbing a circle on Fluttershy's stomach.
“Fluttershy, I...” He started, but the quiet squeak of a snore he'd come to know so well told him she was asleep. He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and pulled her closer. Sleep came for him too, and he fell into the darkness with the sound of the dying fire in his ears and the smell of his wife's mane in his nose.
And the feel of the place where their little one was growing beneath his hoof.
“Nope... that snow ain't lettin' up anytime soon.” Applejack shook her head and returned to the sofa after peering out the window. “I knew we shoulda headed back when we had the chance.”
“Lighten up, sugar-flank.”
Rainbow Dash's voice came from the kitchen, her tone of voice and terminology telling Applejack exactly what she needed to know. “Alright Dash; what did you find?”
“I have no idea.” The lightning blue mare wobbily floated into the main sitting room from the kitchen, a strange green bottle clutched in her hooves. “I love it though. Who knew Fluttershy had insta-buzz in a bottle?”
Applejack laughed and began tossing her hat up in the air and catching it again. “At least you've got something to occupy yourself. Ain't no tellin' how long we're gonna be stuck out here.”
Her tittering mare-friend floated over and landed clumsily next to her on the sofa. “You say that like it's a bad thing.”
It was supposed to have been a simple errand, half a day's work at most. Fluttershy had finally decided to sell her cottage and Applejack and Rainbow Dash had volunteered to give it a once over before the realtor came by. No more than half an hour after arriving, the snowstorm had hit with a vengeance.
They were trapped.
Unless...
“Sugarcube, I think we can make it.”
“Woo! That's my girl!” Dash pumped a triumphant hoof in the air and looked at her mare-friend suggestively. “And you haven't even had a sip yet.”
Applejack ignored her and allowed her hat to land snugly back on her head. “Me and you... we're two of the strongest ponies in town! All we gotta get is a little rope...”
“Liking it so far.”
“...tie each other together...”
“...keep going.”
“...and we can just force our way through the... GALDARNIT DASH, WILL YA STOP FIDDLING WITH MY TAIL?! This is serious.”
Dash pouted as she pulled her hoof back and took another gulp from the bottle. “What's the big deal if we're stuck until the snow stops?”
Applejack huffed, jumped off the couch, and started pacing. “The family's probably worried sick about us.”
“Are you kidding?” Dash started to stand, noted how the room was starting to tilt slightly, and reconsidered, opting instead to remain on the couch. “Applebloom's been talking about that sleepover all week. And you can't tell me Mac and Shutterfly... Fluffershy... your sister-in-law won't appreciate a little romantic alone time.”
“Granny...”
“...is asleep by now and you know it.”
Applejack slumped to the floor, defeated.
Noting the sadness in the mare's posture, Dash very carefully lifted herself from the couch and began to slowly make her way towards her. She measured every step, hoping Applejack would miss her obvious swaying. “Besides, would you really rather spend the night trudging in the cold snow than warm with your most excellent mare-friend?” She shook the still half-full vessel of liquid still clutched by a hoof. “Or this most excellent bottle of spirits?”
Applejack sighed in defeat, offered her lover a smile, and reached for the bottle.
Half an hour later and the bottle was nearly empty.
“What is in this drink?” Applejack pondered aloud as she stared at the bottle as hard as she could, almost as though she believed a label would materialize if she willed it.
Dash hiccuped and pulled Applejack's hat tighter around her rainbow mane. “I dunno... but I hope 'Shy's got more laying around.”
“Eeyup.”
Rainbow Dash did a double take. “Did you just say 'eeyup?'”
Applejack thought about it and shook her head.
“Yes you did. You totally just used your brother's catchphrase.” Dash collapsed in a pile of giggles. “You really are drunk.”
Applejack shrugged and made to drain the bottle.
Dash saw the precious liquid flowing down the earth pony's throat and gasped. “Hey! I wanted some more!” She tackled the farmer, pinning her to the sofa and catching the bottle in one movement.
Too late. It was empty.
Rainbow Dash frowned down at Applejack. “That wasn't very generous of you.”
“Wrong Element.” Applejack hiccuped. She looked up at her love with hooded eyes. “But there might be some left... if you know where to look.”
Dash forgot about the bottle and let it fall as she and Applejack's lips came together.
They lay that way for a while, kissing and touching and caressing... the only thing that existed for them in that moment was each other.
It was Dash who finally came up for air and looked out the window. “That snow is showing no signs of stopping. Wanna start a fire?”
Applejack noticed that her hat was still atop Dash's head. She flicked it off and wrapped a fore-leg around her neck, caressing the silkiness of her mane. “Nah, I reckon we can keep each other plenty warm.”
As their lips met again, Dash had to agree with her.
The hat floated gently across the room and landed next to the now empty bottle.
The chimney had been a very bad idea in retrospect.
Spike sat up from where he'd fallen after his entry and rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head. His red suit, ill-fitting on his teenage dragon frame, was splotched with black soot and his fur-lined hat had become hooked on the mantle. He stood and ensured the false beard, long and white and itchy, was still covering his chin. After grabbing the hat and a quick dust off, 'Santa Hooves' was back in business.
He knelt down to pull the first gift from his bag when the voice called out.
“Good evening, Mister Hooves.”
Spike spun to face the speaker just as she magically lit the lamp next to her couch. He observed her lithe form, wrapped in a silk night-gown, stretched out on the scarlet fabric and felt a familiar pang of desire. Remembering his role, Spike deepened his voice before responding. “Good evening to you, Miss Rarity.”
Rarity giggled and lifted her glass of eggnog to her lips, taking a dainty sip. “What a surprising turn of events. On the same day that I tell my amour that I think it's time I tell my dear Sweetie Belle that Santa Hooves isn't coming this year, who should show up right out of my chimney? Getting soot on my carpet, I must add.”
“Sorry.” He shuffled his feet and cast a sidelong glance at the bag of gifts.
“Now that I have you here before me, Mister Hooves, I have so many questions!” She took another sip of eggnog and smirked at him. “Such as; why are you called Santa Hooves when you haven't any hooves at all?”
Spike face-palmed and looked at his claws. “Uh... You see, I give gifts to creatures all over Equestria and I must change my shape to match theirs. Yours is the first house I've visited since returning from the dragon lands.”
Rarity nodded. “I might have guessed as much. Your tail gave you away, darling.”
A second face-palm.
Rarity lowered her cup to a nearby table, stood, and traipsed her way up to the flustered young dragon. “So tell me, Santa... what did you bring me?”
Spike turned from her and bent over to rustle about in his sack of gifts. “Truth be told, they're mostly for Sweetie Belle. I think there might be one or two for you in he... HEY!” He yelped as she playfully tugged his tail with her magic.
She giggled and continued her slow walk around him. “Oh come now, Santa. I've been such a good girl this year. I've been nice and generous and I've only kissed a handful of stallions. Slept with even less.”
Spike rounded on her, his mouth hanging open. “What was that last part?”
Rarity laughed again and put a hoof on his chest. “Just fooling with you, darling. I had to make you drop that ridiculous facade somehow.” She found his lips under the beard and kissed him lightly. “Now what are you doing in my house this late in that ridiculous get up?”
Spike shrugged and returned to his task of putting the wrapped gifts beneath the tree. “I figured if I pulled this off, then Sweetie Belle could keep believing just a little longer.”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Spike, Sweetie Belle's growing up. She's not some little filly anymore. For goodness sake, she finally has her cutie mark.”
“I know, but...”
“Besides, she's the same age I was when my parents told me about Santa Hooves. How he stops visiting when you reach a certain age.”
Spike placed the last gift and faced his unicorn lover. “Do you know why he stops visiting?”
Rarity shrugged.
“Because when you're young, there's so much less you have to worry about. You have an innocence about you that lets you believe that anything is possible and there's nothing truly terrible in the world.” He looked at the Hearth's Warming tree, all twinkling lights and delicate baubles. “Santa Hooves rewards that innocence, that belief, with his gift-giving visit each year. But when a filly or colt starts to grow up, starts to lose that innocence... they stop believing. And they don't need Santa Hooves anymore.”
Rarity sniffed and wiped a tear from her eye. “What a beautiful thought, Spike. Wherever did you hear it?”
“One of Twilight's books, obviously.” He smiled at her. “Yes, Sweetie Belle has her cutie mark, and yes, she's going to be a young mare soon. But why can't she keep that innocence just a little longer?”
Rarity said nothing, just stepped up to him, threw her forelegs about him, and hugged him as tightly as she could. “Who are you, you magnificent dragon? How are you so wise for one so young?”
He hugged her back, breathing in the jasmine in her mane. “I guess there's still a part of me that's still a little kid.”
“Yes.” Rarity pulled back one of her legs and let her hoof trail down his chest. “But another part of you certainly is not.”
Spike coughed, flustered. “Sorry. You just smell really nice.”
Rarity giggled and caressed his back spines. “So tell me, 'Santa;' what did you bring me this year?” Her hoof reached it's destination. “Oh, have I been naughty? This feels like coal.”
Spike growled and kissed the spot on her ear he knew she liked. “It's not coal... but it is most definitely going into your stocking.”
She laughed and kissed him again. “I love you, my big, strong Spikey-Wikey.”
“And I love you, m'lady.” He made to remove the beard but she stopped him. “Wha...?”
“Leave it on.” She smirked at him. “Leave it on, take me to that couch, and make me believe.”
She squealed when he scooped her into his arms and made for the plush red piece of furniture. “Guess it's finally time for me to unwrap my gift.”
Scootaloo and Applebloom looked up as Sweetie Belle shut the bedroom door, a haunted look in her eyes as she lowered the tray holding the milk and cookies she'd pilfered from the kitchen.
“You okay?” The young pegasus asked.
Sweetie Belle looked at them in each in turn before shaking her head. “I think... I think...”
The little violet unicorn awoke, sat straight up in bed, and looked over to see a stallion standing by her bed.
Any other filly's reaction might have been to scream, but Dinky Hooves was not any other filly. She knew things others her age didn't know, like how to multiply and the names of ponies summoned to the very first Court of the Full Moon over a thousand years ago.
She knew exactly who the chest-nut stallion with the long white beard by her bed was... even if she couldn't see him clearly without the glasses he was now examining closely on bedside table.
“When did you start wearing glasses?” He asked in a deep whisper, the faintest trace of a familiar accent tinging his words.
“Since last month, Santa Hooves.” She blushed and rubbed her eyes. “I found some kids from school messing with a spell-book and planning on messing with my... messing with another pony.”
“And you took the spell instead?”
“I deflected it.” Pride snuck into her tinny voice. “The light just did some minor damage to my retinas.”
Santa Hooves laughed and ruffled her mane. “I'm sure you look adorable in them.”
“Thank you.” She drew a circle in her blanket with a hoof. “Santa Hooves, why are you in my room?”
The stallion clad in red sat heavily on the side of the bed and smiled at Dinky. “You never sent a letter off to me. I have no idea what to get you for Hearth's Warming.”
Dinky's mouth dropped open. He was right. With all the hustle and bustle, she'd completely forgotten to write her yearly letter to Santa Hooves. “I'm sorry, Santa! After the spell incident, Miss Cheerilee talked to Princess Twilight and...”
“Oh, so she did ascend already? A bit later than expected...”
“...huh?”
“Never mind, go on.”
“Well... I got moved into Miss Cheerilee's class while they wait for a spot to open at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns.”
“That's wonderful, Dinky!” Santa Hooves clapped, then paused. “Why Miss Cheerilee's class? Doesn't she teach fillies and colts a little older than you?”
Dinky felt that swell of pride again and smiled. “Yep. I'm the youngest filly in class. Smartest too.”
“Wise beyond your years.” Santa Hooves marveled, patting her mane again. “You get that from your father.”
“...you knew my dad?”
“...moving on. What does an extraordinarily bright young girl like you want for Hearth's Warming?”
Dinky closed her eyes and thought. She thought and thought and thought until her thinker was sore. She looked up at the blurry Santa Hooves with sad eyes. “I can't.... there's nothing really I need.”
“Nothing?”
An idea popped into the brilliant little one's head and her horn flashed like a bulb. “Can you give something to somepony else for me?”
Santa Hooves put a hoof to his chin and considered. “Perhaps... the filly would have to be worthy of such a gift.”
“Oh, she's more than worthy. And she's not really a filly.”
“Huh?”
“It's my mommy.”
Santa Hooves stiffened. “...your mother.”
“Derpy Hooves.”
“I am aware.”
Dinky cocked her head. “Do you know her?”
“I'm Santa Hooves, love. I know everypony. But that might be a tall order.”
“I know; she doesn't believe anymore. But can't you make an exception, just this once?”
Santa Hooves stood and began to pace. “What do you want me to give her? No, wait, before that; why?”
Dinky Hooves motioned at the framed picture by her bed; Derpy and Dinky at the lake. “She's so sad all the time. She hides it really well, but I can see it behind her eyes. She's been that way since the big Apple wedding. Since Uncle Doc left.”
“...and what can I give her?”
“Do you know where Uncle Doc is?”
A long pause. “...yes.”
“Can you bring him home to my mommy?”
“...no.”
“...but why?”
“You must understand, Dinky. Your Uncle Doc misses you and your mother very much. But he can't come home. Not yet.”
Dinky started to cry. “I don't understand.”
He wiped the tears from her eyes. “Don't cry, little one. These things were not meant for the hearts and minds of children.” He pondered his next course of action and thew caution to the wind. “Dinky, being as smart as you are, could you remember a message for your mommy?”
Dinky nodded.
Santa Hooves smiled, leaned close, and whispered one sentence into her ear.
When he pulled back, Dinky looked at him in confusion. “Why can't you tell her yourself?”
“Trust me, it'll mean more coming from you.” He hugged her and felt her tiny forelegs wrap around his neck in return. “Now back to dreamland with you, Dinky Hooves. Otherwise you won't find squat 'neath the tree come morning.”
Dinky smiled and snuggled back into her pillows. “Happy Hearth's Warming, Santa Hooves.”
He paused on his way out the door and smiled back at her. “Happy Hearth's Warming, little one.”
He closed the door behind him and glanced down the hall towards the room where he knew she was fast asleep. For an instant, he considered forgetting everything to do with the Guild, throwing open her door, and proposing to her right then and there.
His left hoof actually lifted, ready to carry him to her side.
Four hard knocks came from the roof over his head.
He sighed as the familiar blue of the Time Spell surrounded him and transported him to the top of the house. It pulled away his disguise, leaving him clad in his familiar green tie and starched white collar.
There was a pony waiting for him in the lightly blowing snow dressed as he had just been dressed, his coat and mane so white they seemed to blend in with the blowing flakes. “That makes two imposters in one night.” He laughed. “But at least you weren't spreading Hearth's Warming cheer all over the furniture of Carousel Boutique.”
Time Turner, alias Doctor Whooves, glared at the real Santa Hooves. “Did Colgate send you?”
Santa shook his head. “Lad, I haven't been a part of the Guild proper in close to a century. Nopony sent me.”
“Good.”
“She did ask me to come here tonight, however.”
Turner snorted. “Of course.”
Santa Hooves shook his great head and lay a hoof on Time Turner's shoulder. “The Guild's orders are absolute; there can be no contact between you and Derpy Hooves between now and the end of the Great Storm.”
“But why? Can you at least tell me that since the confounded dentist refuses to?”
Santa Hooves considered the request... then nodded. “Both Derpy and Dinky are integral to ending the Great Storm, but it is the fiery love of the mother, forged in years of lonely sadness, that will save Equestria.”
“...that's it?”
Santa Hooves shrugged. He looked at the roof beneath his feet as though he were looking through it. “She's a remarkable little filly, isn't she?”
Time Turner nodded.
“You must be very proud to be her father.”
Time Turner staggered and stared at the Patron Saint of Joy in astonishment. “How did...?”
“I believe that's my question.”
Time Turner sighed and lowered his head. “Because of what I am, from time to time I must... change in order to save myself from death or grievous injury. Each time I change, my face, attitude, and even some of my most basic characteristics change. I fell in love with Derpy wearing an old face. When I changed, I convinced her that I was her lost love's brother, sent to take care of her and the little foal she now carried.”
“Why not tell her the truth? Your real name?”
“Because if I did, I would lose my place in the Guild. There are so many threats to Equestria... it would be selfish to give up my duty for something as simple as a mare.”
“A mare you love. And your own daughter.”
Time Turner shrugged. “Can't win them all.”
“It is done.”
Time Turner looked at him sharply. “What is?”
“If you are true to your creed and stay from Derpy Hooves until the Great Storm has passed, then you have the Guild's leave to reveal your true name and give up your place as a defender of time... unless we need you again.”
Time Turner's jaw dropped. “How are you allowed to...?”
Santa Hooves smiled, his eyes twinkling. “I may not be on the Guild anymore, but I'm still chief gift giver in Equestria. And that is my gift to you.”
Time Turner bowed and when he stood back up the rotund stallion was gone. He smiled and looked over the roof's edge and into the silent bedroom of his little one. “Happy Hearth's Warming.” he whispered. “Peace in Equestria, good-will to all ponies.”
And so the sun rose and it was a glorious Hearth's Warming indeed. The children all raced downstairs to rip open their newest toys while sleepy but happy parents watched from the kitchen, nursing cups of coffee.
On Sweet Apple Acres, Macintosh and Fluttershy excitedly broke the news of the impending birth to ancient Granny Smith. They were stunned as she broke into a full-on jig in celebration, bad hip or no bad hip.
Luckily the hospital was open despite the holiday.
Rainbow Dash and Applejack awoke tired, sore, and more than a little hung-over. They made it a point to find out exactly what they'd been drinking the night before. Their search led them to a secret basement...
...filled to the brim with bottles of the precious liquid.
The pair of lovers had to be physically removed from the cottage three days later.
Rarity took great pleasure in telling her daughter that not only would Santa Hooves be coming back next year, he was more than welcome to stop by any time he so desired.
Sweetie Belle said nothing. She didn't even question why Spike was joining them for breakfast.
Derpy and Dinky Hooves raced each other downstairs to find three gifts beneath the tree. They each had a gift from Santa Hooves, but the other, the largest, had no name on it's vibrant blue paper.
Before they opened it, Dinky relayed the message from the night before.
As expected, the words (and who they had come from) brought tears to her wall-eyes. Not bad ones, but good ones.
“Four years, eight months, two weeks, five days.”
Together they opened the mystery gift. And what was inside?
Well, that's between them.
Suffice to say, it was the greatest gift of all.
Another Hearth's Warming came and went, but all those who had felt it's magic, the parents, the lovers, the believers, and the patient, would look up into the sky every single day until the next one. They were waiting to see it.
A single white flake.
And together, in one unified voice, they would sing...
