Christmas In Equestria
Christmas In Equestria
A Christmas Pony Tale Narrated By DiscoBiscuits
Happy Holidays!
Let us begin... (Clears Throat)
It was a cold winter night, Christmas looms over head,
Nopony was sleeping in their warm, fluffy bed.
Twilight, so festive, studying her books,
trying to learn how to set up all the lights with the hooks.
Applejack, strong hearted, her sweater so bright,
she plowed all the snow, but that was the start of her night.
Fluttershy, so caring, Rarity so kind,
Pinkie so festive, and Rainbow Dash, so fine.
The moon was full, and very close, it was
Luna always bragged about the lovely work she does.
“My sister, outstanding work you have done!”
Celestia said, knowing it doubled the fun.
Ponyville and Canterlot were full of lights,
Red, blue, green, and white.
The colors mixed with the blank white snow,
coming from the Pegasus ponies, they know.
Spike waltzed down the steps,
towards the library he descended,
“Are you ready to go, Twilight?” he cheerfully ended.
“Yes, I am,” Twilight said with smirk,
and burst into laughter, trying not to be a jerk.
He was wearing a red, silk made hat,
something that Santa Hooves would were,
“Would you look at that!”
“I made it myself, no help from Rarity,”
Spike said, self confident, filled with such glee.
Twilight put away her books, hung the lights so high,
and left her house with Spike, straight into the snowy, snowy night.
The snow was three feet, maybe four feet tall,
but it was Christmas in Equestria, the snow always falls.
Twilight and Spikes scales and hoof prints
tracked little marks in the snow, where ever they went.
Spike carried a box, Twilight a few,
filled with lights, ornaments, over their backs, they slew.
The starts overhead, twinkled in the sky,
as Derpy and Doctor Whooves walked by.
“Merry Christmas!” They said,
“Back to you,” Twilight returned,
And they started the opposite way,
away from them, as the stars twinkled in the sky,
just like when Derpy and Docter Whooves were walking by.
“Where are we heading, again?” Spike asked curiously,
And Twilight looked at him, with a face of glee.
“Were going to the cabin, deep within the woods,
where all our friends wait for us,” she stood.
Applejack got Pinkie, Pinkie got Dash,
And she flew to Fluttershy’s cottage in a flash.
“Fluttershy!” they called growing impatient,
“One moment,” she called, “I’m dealing with a patient!”
“A Patient?” they queered,
On Christmas night?
“It seems Angel and a hawk got in a little fight,”
Fluttershy walked out, a few minutes later,
Angle walked out in bandages,
Pinkie called, “See ya’ later, alligator!”
Pinkie Pie hopped, next to Applejack, so strong,
As she was snow plowing all day and all night long.
Rarity, wearing her favorite wool sweater vest,
And Fluttershy holding a small box to her chest.
Rainbow held two, three, and four boxes tall,
she was really looking forward to decking the halls.
Pinkie hopped with her treats, so very sweet,
and pranced around with tippy hooves of her feet.
The snow became lighter, and floated in the air,
all was at peace, nopony in despair.
The wooden cabin out, deep within the woods,
was waiting to be decorated by the six’s delicate hooves.
Twilight and Spike were nearing their spot,
dressed in their coats, all nice and hot.
They entered the woods along the trail,
As the rest of their Friends were right on their tails.
“Hurry up!” Exclaimed Pinkie, knowing Twilight was there,
“I can feel it in my back, my legs, and my hair!”
“Calm down, Pinkie, don’t fret too soon,”
Applejack calmed her, Pinkie was becoming a loon.
They picked up the pace, entered the woods no quicker,
The woods became thicker, thicker, and thicker.
Time was nigh, they were there
finally, at last,
And Twilight was waiting by the door step,
not much time had passed.
“Good to see you, all, my dearest friends,” she exclaimed,
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget the keys,” Aj claimed.
She reached in her pack, pushed away the bells and lights,
And pulled out the shiny gold key with delight.
The cabin door opened, a table with a chair or two,
sat right in the middle of the cabin, they ‘Ah’ed, and ‘Ooh’ed.
They quickly set the candles, with matches they struck,
and started unpacking the things, not forgetting anything, with luck.
Rainbow and Fluttershy had the roof, with their wings.
They went outside, and flew up, with lights and other things.
Spike and Twilight had the walls, inside and out,
they grabbed the hooks and lights, and went out in the night,
And put up the hooks and lights with delight.
“Over here! Over there, Fluttershy!” Dash cried,
Fluttershy put them precisely, talking very small sigh’s.
“Looks good, girls!” Twilight and Spike said together,
The lights shined bright, through the dark, snowy weather.
There job was done, the lights were bright,
And shined through the snowy, cold winter night.
They got around the fireplace, they lit with stored wood,
the gathered up together, together they stood.
They all sat down, everypony but Spike,
Who came in with hot chocolate, face with delight.
They thanked him, they did, and asked him to join,
“It would be my pleasure,” he joked and with them, he rejoined.
The fire was popping, so were the chess nuts,
which they gobbled down,
quietly, without a sound.
The snow hit the window, and the rug was made of wool,
Just like Rarity’s sweater, which was just brand knew.
What great way to spend Christmas, with all of your friends,
How could anypony want this ever to end.
Twilight would remember this forever, the laughs they share,
They were free of the world, without a single care.
So, this is what Christmas in Equestria is like,
Everypony was happy, even the dragon named Spike.
“How fun this is!” They all talked and told stories,
Stories not mean, not hateful, not gory.
Tales of Santa Hooves, and mythical creatures,
colorful beasts, with magical features.
They laughed once more, ending the story telling.
(I ran out of rhymes, so, uh... ‘Welling’,
there you go.)
Christmas in Equestria, everypony, what joy,
There are much more tales, yes, Oh Boy!
It’s called ‘turn on your Television, go to The Hub,
And watch My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic
Saturdays at 9 O’Clock!’
Praise Celestia above!
Thanks for reading, A Proffesional Brony, and Merry Christmas ‘11!
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