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- Once upon a time in a quiet town called Ponyville,
- There lived an Anon in a house on a hill.
- He was tall and green, and a snappy dresser to boot,
- But though it was Hearth's Warming eve, he wasn't having a hoot.
- Winter Wrap Up was fine, and Nightmare Night too,
- And when the Summer Sun rolled round there was plenty to do.
- Though he skipped Hearts and Hooves in favor of fishing,
- But when it came to Hearth's Warming something seemed missing.
- The ponies had presents and a rip roaring feast.
- Still it wasn't quite right, not in the least.
- So he stood in his garden and he thought and he thunk,
- Puzzling his puzzler til he wished he was drunk.
- It was just at that moment that a brainwave struck,
- An idea so good, it had to be more than dumb luck.
- As Big Mac trotted past hauling his cart,
- The Anon smiled to himself "I know just where to start."
- In the dark of the night, the moon shrouded by cloud.
- A tall shadow crept, trying not to be loud.
- It slithered and slunk towards the toy shop,
- And forced open the door with a muffled, dry pop.
- It pulled out a sack and began to take this and that.
- It was the Anon, in a red suit, and a hat.
- He filled his sack full of gifts and toys, to be brief,
- And left a bag of coins on the counter, after all he wasn't a thief.
- Though many would think his behaviour quite weird,
- The Anon wouldn't care, he just smile and adjust his fake beard.
- The Anon reached the first house on his list,
- Crowbar clutched tightly in his fist.
- He jimmied and pried, and broke open the lock,
- The Anon couldn't waste time with chimneys, he was on the clock.
- As he tried to arrange the gifts around the fireplace just right,
- He was interrupted by a little filly who'd heard a bump in the night.
- "Excuse me, what are you doing?"
- But you know that Anon, was so sly and so slick,
- He thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
- "Why I'm the Spirit of Giving my dear! I'm here to give gifts and spread holiday cheer."
- While he silently cursed for speaking in rhyme,
- The little filly bought the lie, hook, sinker and line.
- The Anon took the filly back to her bed and tucked her in tight,
- Then picked up his sack and fled back into the night.
- All through the night he snuck and he sneaked,
- Breaking into houses with hardly a peep.
- And in each abode, beside the fireplace he'd leave some nice gifts,
- Before heading to the next home, silent and swift.
- The sack was heavy and the going was tough,
- At the Apple Farm, things nearly got rough.
- He almost got caught, when Winona started barking with joy,
- But he silenced her cries with a gift wrapped dog toy.
- All through the night, he swept through the town, nopony was left out,
- Not even Simon, Fluttershy's pet trout.
- Morning broke, and ponies were confused and distressed
- Door and window locks in a mess.
- The toy stores had been cleared out, though payment was left.
- And the ponies gathered at the Town Hall to discuss this strange kind of theft.
- As her mother complained of her door being forced open with a wrench,
- The little filly spied the Spirit of Giving, asleep on a bench.
- She draped the empty sack over it like a blanket,
- And before she left, took the time to thank it.
- He'd been working all night to make Hearth's Warming the best,
- Before the Hearth's Warming feast, he deserved a nap and a rest.
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