Originally Published December 25th, 2018

>Twas Hearths Warming Eve in Ponyville Town
>The happy small horses were settling down
>They sat by the fire with the ones that they loved
>And prayed that the Wendigos stayed high above
>But down in the borough was one grumpy bum
>His name was Anon, and he yelled with a grumb
This holiday season has me in a mood.
I'm cold and alone, and I don't have any food.
>It was then that he heard three knocks and an "EEP"
Even on Holidays, her lust doesn't sleep...
>He opened the door, and there stood a horse
>Who was yellow and pink and horny, of course
>"G-g-good evening Anon, I hope you're w-well."
I was actually busy in personal hell.
>"W-well that won't do!" Said the horse, with a shiver
>And through his legs into the house she did slither
Goddamnit Fluttershy, why are you here?
>"I just want to give you some holiday cheer!"
>From under her wing, she pulled out a creature
>From every animal, he had a feature
>"Good evening, Anonymous!" cried Discord with glee
>And quick as a flash, he was wrapped a hug
>"Now Flutters and I stole your journal last week,"
>A clone of Discord pulled out a rug
>"And we learned of your holiday, which sounds really neat."
>Flutters set up a table and lit up some candles
>And Discord, he set them on top of his antler
>He popped off his horn and set it on the altar
>Anon tried to make words, but his mouth it did falter
>Their Hannukah setup would have made him say "Aw"
Goddamnit you retards I celebrate Kwanzaa
>The candles blew out, and the room it fell silent
>Perhaps it was harsh, but he said what he meant
>Discord cried, and Fluttershy weeped
>And Anon couldn't help but feel like a creep
>They stole from you, those thieving mongs
>But they at least made an effort, even if it was wrong
>Anon strode to the table and picked up a match
This is how you light them. Watch.
>The duo stopped crying and focused with intent
>And the human felt a glow from deep in his chest
>To share with others, and to act your best
>Perhaps this is what the holidays meant?
>The evening passed as he made yuletide gay
>It may not have been perfect, but it was still a nice day