My Little Pony Christmas Novels & Stories

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

"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

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” I sigh, mumbling sleepy nonsense and refusing to open my eyes. I roll over, slinging my arm out over the pups and trapping at least one wriggling little body beneath me. “Mommy, wake up!” They exclaim, giggling delightedly. “It’s Christmas!” I mutter a bit more, groggily cracking one eyelid. “Wha’s happening?” “Mommy, it’s Christmas!” They cry again. “Christmas?” I repeat, sitting up now and stretching. “Are you sure, wasn’t that yesterday?”

"Shortcuts." "Yeah, you know, the cheat codes," I joked, shifting closer. I let my eyes linger on his face, lowering my voice a bit. "Come on. You’re the genius here and I’m just a guy trying to keep his head above water. Help a guy out, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while. I can get you premium tickets to the winter finals or anything else that's within my power that you'd like." Nathan looked down at the worksheet, then looked back up at me. For a second, I actually thought my charm had worked.