My Little Pony Christmas Novels & Stories

“I love you, Nizhoni Hosteen. Thank you for always being so supportive about…well, everything. I couldn’t have gotten through these last seven months without you.” She kissed him again and smiled. “I love you, shijeidishjool.” “So, mini muffin, are you ready for tomorrow?” Rose asked during a full meal of ham, potato salad, macaroni salad, deviled eggs, sweet potatoes and more. “Tomorrow?” “Well, Christmas day of course. Today you got things from the family. Tomorrow we find out what Santa dropped off.” “I already know Santa isn’t real. One of the foster brothers I had told me,” Jaxsen said, casting his eyes. That wasn’t a fond memory he wanted to relive or remember.

"I'm even happier that you and this little one are here with us. You brought a new light to this place. And to my stubborn grandson." Before I could answer, a sharp whistle cut through the air, followed by a boom. The first firework exploded in the sky, a shower of silver that made the whole crowd gasp. Then another, green as summer grass. And another, red like my dress. The booms echoed through the mountains, and children shrieked with joy. At the peak, at midnight sharp, a final volley of golden lights illuminated everything, and a chorus of "Merry Christmas!" rose from all sides, warm and collective.

Leon sat at the head of the table while I sat two seats away, pretending not to feel the heat of his gaze burning into the side of my face. Rina clicked a remote, and the screen behind her lit up. “Our Christmas festival will run from December 2nd, which is tomorrow, all the way to Christmas Eve,” she began. “This year, the royal family has approved an expanded calendar, so we have more events than ever before.” I pulled out my notebook, my hands trembling as I forced myself to focus.

"Good morning, Sir. Welcome to Lorie's Laundry Shop." "Good morning too, Lorie," he greeted and place his laundry basket in the long chair. "That wasn't my name, Sir. My name is Christmas. Lorie is my aunt's name." He looks at me seriously straight to my eyes seems it was wrong that I corrected him. "Okay, Christmas." He gave me a little smile and I did the same thing but he didn't saw it because his eyes darted on the cellphone he is holding.

"Call Vladimir worm once more, and I will cut your tongue. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." After I leave the newly formed pack, I forget my small discussion with Max. When I get home, I am so tired. All I want to do is sleep. But there is no time for it because Christmas is near and is a favorite holiday of the pack. Everyone comes together to prepare for Christmas. We have a big Christmas tree in the park that we usually decorate. All the pups help decorate it. On the 24th we have a big party in the main Pack House for those that were unmated.

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

“Oh, a school. So kids have schools, too, just like us.” “Haha, Polly it’s the other way around. Dogs have schools just like them.” “Those kids look really happy, Saucy. I want to see why.” “But we gotta go, Polly. It’ll be dark soon. It’s getting chilly getting closer to Christmas.” “Oh, Christmas. I got to learn about that, too. But please, please, Saucy. Let’s stay a while. I just want to see what’s in there, who’s in there.” Polly begging with his puppy eyes.

But the guidance was always limited to Nate’s review times and didn’t include exam days. They have their homeroom Christmas Party on December 20. Nate’s Secret Santa turns out to be Babylee. They gift him a pair of brand-new Nike Air Force 1! When Nate protests about the price, Babylee reassures him that they’re only replica and not original, but they look so legit that nobody can tell otherwise. Babylee explains they’re Triple-A grade and proudly says: “Just let me know if you want more and I’ll hook you up.”

The snow was falling, it was a cold morning and little Gideon ran to the living room. He was the first to wake up that morning. Last night which was Christmas Eve, he had prayed to Santa to fix his family. Nanny Grace walked pass the living room and saw little Gideon admiring the well decorated Christmas tree. Poor Gideon she thought as there were no gifts below the giant Christmas tree. Mr. and Mrs. Romero could not get Christmas gifts for the boy? Little Gideon’s nanny Grace an elderly woman of about fifty asked herself. She went back to her room and came back hiding a package behind her. “Merry Christmas Romero junior.” She whispered from behind. He turned around, gave a cheerful smile an