It was the night of Hearth's Warming, and on a bed did they lie:
Two young pony friends, Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie was laughing, and Twilight was bleak, As they had been together, for this entire
last week.
"I tell you, I saw him! It was a wonderful sight!"
Pinkie had said, with all great delight.
"But Pinkie, you're wrong. You don't understand, There is no Santa, in this pony-filled land.
"Not a book or a tome, or journal that's been, Has ever said Santa has ever been seen."
Pinkie huffed and stomped and pointed outside, "Then come out with me, and we'll get this untied."
Pinkie dragged Twilight, by the scruff of the neck,
Because Twilight refused to go out on this trek.
It was cold, it was dark, and not a pony in sight,
And there was no sign of Santa, in all of this white.
"It was all just a dream," Twilight said with a frown,
"Now let's go back home, I wish to lie down."
It was at that there moment, with a flash and a gleam,
That both Pinkie and Twilight heard an old pony scream.
They arrived at the scene, and found something quite sore:
A round-bellied pony, who was stuck in the floor.
They stared in disbelief at who had appeared, It was the jolly old pony, with the big fluffy
beard.
"This night, it is ruined, it is all I have feared,
I fell from the sky, when my sleigh disappeared!"
"That's terrible, Santa! We'll help where we can!"
Pinkie said brightly, as she thought up a plan.
She came up to Twilight, with that look in her eye,
The same one she gets, when on a huge sugar high...
"Think of the children, when their presents aren't there,
They will be sad and start crying, and have nothing to share.
Just use your magic, and bring back the sleigh, You could save Hearth's Warming, so what do you say?!"
Twilight was speechless, she could not believe, That Santa was here, this Hearth's Warming eve,
Despite all the books, and her parent's say-so,
Santa existed, and was a sight to bestow.
She paused for a moment, and was incredibly shocked,
When she thought of a spell, that she could concoct.
"I'll do this for you, and Equestria too. That's what Hearth's is about. Not for me,
but for you."
With a flick of her horn, and a great flash of light,
Santa's old sleigh, was suddenly in sight,
Santa's belly shook as he laughed with such jolly,
"You saved the night, and have mended this folly,"
"Ho ho ho, this is such a delight! I will remember this, my young Twilight."
Santa boarded with no time to waste, He took off with a wave, intent on his haste.
The two ponies watched as Santa disappeared from sight,
Into the cold, the dark, and high-spirited night.
"You see Twilight, there is your proof, Some things exist, beyond the touch of your hoof.
You made the right choice, and I'm glad you were set,
So now we can go home, and see what presents we get!"
"Oh Pinkie, you're right. You were right all along.
Tonight was so weird, like what would be in a song.
There still are those times that my mind is so set,
And still some lessons, I tend to forget.
But there is something I'll remember over every endeavour,
That this Hearth's Warming Eve, was the best one ever!"
So remember young fillies, that no matter how bold,
Some things exist, despite what you're told. When young Pinkie Pie had expressed her plight
Something quite magical, happened that night, She changed a friend's thinking, and a belief
started forming,
And Twilight Sparkle discovered Hearth's Warming.