روايات وقصص ضمن My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic Christmas

"Um... the neighbors... let's invite them over. And I have some friends from high school. I can call them up." "I don't know," I said. "I mean... it's really late and most people just want to be with family." "It's a holiday!" she bounced to her feet, boiling over with dancing energy. "It's the perfect day to have a party. Come on! Come on, let's call people!" Then she broke into song, dancing around the room. "You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid, Dasher and... Vixen. But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?"

Hayzel laughed and shook her head so hard her pigtails flew back and forth across her eyes. “I go to pre-K because I’m too little for Big-K because my birthday comes too late because it’s the day after Christmas and I can probably get a puppy if I ask Santa and Mommy’s gonna get me a fairy doll for my birthday because Christmas is for the puppy and he’ll be all white like a snowball and he’ll play with me and lick me like Lizzie’s puppy does when I get to play there and…”

“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.

Once they had finished, Melody leaned over, and whispered in Reid’s ear, she said, “I hope next Christmas is just as magical as this one, though I don’t know how that would be possible. Do you think we’ll all be sitting here again this time next year?” “Yes, I do,” he said, nodding his head. “And I think it will be even more magical than this year.” Melody was surprised. “You do? How could it possibly be?” Smiling, he said, “Because by next Christmas, I intend to make sure Michael gets what he wanted for Christmas this year.” Melody beamed, and staring into his blue eyes, twinkling in the reflection from the stage lights, she wished she could kiss him right now, in the middle of the sanctuar

A tiny blonde tornado launched itself at her legs. “Are you Lauren? You’re Lauren!” Sophie beamed up at her with sparkling blue eyes, missing one of her front teeth. “Mom says you’re staying with me for Christmas. You don’t like Christmas, do you? That’s okay. I like Christmas enough for both of us! Wanna see my decorations?” “Uh…” Lauren stared, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of words coming from such a small person. “Sure?” Margaret appeared in the doorway, her arms spread wide. “Lauren, you’re a lifesaver!”

Cyrus was right, if I had goals. “Can you use magic to help?” Jane offered. “I can imagine a good grade.” Suddenly, the daunting task seemed attainable. “Esmerelda!” Cyrus and Ghost exclaimed. “What does the pack do for Christmas?” I winked at Jane. She understood my tactic. “Christmas?” “Isn’t it next week?” “I suppose it is.” “Can I invite Uncle Harris?” “Maybe we can celebrate at the bar.” Cyrus deflected. “I need to look forward to something joyous.”

We did our best to concentrate on Christmas. It was hard when I had no idea what was going on with the Flamingos or with Mage Jaye and the School for Mages, but I was able to put all of that behind me and enjoy the holiday with my friends and my family.

The first day of Christmas always carried a certain kind of magic in Melody Hart’s small town, Snow Brook Valley. The weather, children laughing a little louder, every house setting up their beautiful Christmas trees. Melody always believed Christmas was magical, it was a time when God grants every single wish you make, to mark his son's birthday. This year, she didn’t feel any of it. The spark, the butterfly in her tummy, it was all gone. She woke to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the curtains and the muffled quiet that came with fresh snowfall. Normally, she would have smiled. Normally, the sight of December decorating the world would have made her heart swell with the chi

he asked, still awestruck by the view above him. “That is what most people do on shooting stars,” Molly teased. “Although, considering the time of year, it should probably be a Christmas wish.” “A Christmas wish, of course. You want me to make a Christmas wish.” He shook his head but smiled. “Well then, let’s see... What do I want for Christmas? A pony?” “Take it seriously,” Molly told him, giving him a gentle bump with her shoulder. “Christmas magic is a powerful thing. You should always be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.”

The downtown area was similar to a lot of the towns Dak had visited recently, looking for the perfect place to start his new endeavor, but there was something slightly different about Christmas Falls, something special he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The Christmas decorations hanging from the lamp posts and strung around the trees were the same white lights, red bows, garland, and cartoony characters as everywhere else, seasonal flowers blooming from the flower beds while banners announced where he was and that he was welcome there, but an excitement seemed to hang in the air that he could only describe as a certain kind of Christmas magic he couldn’t ever remember encountering before.