How The Draconequus Stole Hearth's Warming Eve!
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How The Draconequus Stole Hearth's Warming Eve!
How The Draconequus Stole Hearth's Warming Eve!
In honor of Dr Seuss' story,
Every Pony Down in Ponyville Liked Hearth's Warming Eve a lot...
But the Draconequus, who lived just north of Ponyville, Did NOT!
The Draconequus hated Hearth's Warming Eve! The whole Hearth's Warming Eve season!
Now, please don't ask why. Nopony quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his wings were put on a little too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, His heart or his wings,
He stood there on the day before Hearth's Warming Eve, hating the Ponies,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Draconequus frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Pony down in Ponyville beneath,
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And they're placing their stuffies!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Hearth's Warming Eve! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his talon and paw fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Hearth's Warming Eve from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Equine filly's and colts,
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Ponies, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on marmalade, and rare Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness!
Which was something the Draconequus couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every Pony down in Ponyville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Hearth's Warming Eve bells ringing.
They'd stand hoof-in-hoof. And the Ponies would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Draconequus thought of this Pony Hearth's Warming Eve Sing,
The more the Draconequus thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for fifty-three moons I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Hearth's Warming Eve from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE DRACONEQUUS GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Draconequus laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Trixie hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Draconequusy trick!"
"With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Trick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..." The Draconequus looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Draconequus? No! The Draconequus simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he took his pet fish, Q. Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a big horn on the top of the fish bowl.
THEN He loaded some bags and some old empty sacks,
On a ramshackle sleigh and he hitched up old Max.
Then the Draconequus said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down,
Toward the homes where the Ponies Lay a snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Ponies were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Draconequus hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Trixie could do it, then so could the Draconequus.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little Pony stuffies all sat in a row.
"These stuffies," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And scooters! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Hula-hoops! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Draconequus, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Ponies' feast!
He took the Pony-marmalade! He took the Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Draconequus even took their last can of Pony-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Draconequus, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Draconequus grabbed the sack, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Pony!
Little Pipsqueak, Colt was not more than two.
The Draconequus had been caught by this tiny Pony son,
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
He stared at the Draconequus and said, "Trixie Lulamoon, why,"
"Why are you taking our Hearth's Warming Eve things? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Draconequus was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Trixie Lulamoon lied,
"I was updating your decor, for you see, it was sub-par!"
"So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the foal. Then he patted his head,
And he got him a drink and he sent him to bed.
And when Pipsqueak went to bed with his cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing to the other Ponies' houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small for the other Ponies' mouse's!
It was quarter past dawn... All the Ponies, still a-bed,
All the Ponies, still a snooze When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpet,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Ponies!" he was Draconequusishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Hearth's Warming Eve is coming!"
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Poniess down in Ponyville will all cry Boohoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Draconequus, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And the Draconequus put his hand to his ear.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Ponyville! The Draconequus popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Pony down in Ponyville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Hearth's Warming Eve from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Draconequus, with his Draconequus hooves ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!"
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Draconequus thought of something he hadn't before~
"Maybe Hearth's Warming Eve," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."
"Maybe Hearth's Warming Eve...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then? Well...in Ponyville they say,
That the Draconequus' small heart Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he, HE HIMSELF! The Draconequus cut the Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness!
