That Holiday Voice Is In The Air.
The soft white powder fell from the sky onto the ground below, many children were playing outside in bundles cantering across the snow. But one little filly with blue eyes filled with sorrow, did not want to play at all with her friends and just shuffled inside till tomorrow.
Her name was little Diamond Tiara a filly that used to be bad until she built up some karma, now she just has one problem in her life and it is her “Mama”. A cold icy mare that sat beside the fireplace with a look of defiance, her daughter trotting inside sadly shaking off snow from her coat in silence.
Tiara gave a glance towards her mom, since she had known her tender embrace was far too long. Should she say something to break the ice or continue upstairs to be quiet among the mice?
“If you wish for your mom to open up, ask her child about the cup.” Her inner conscience spoke as eyes fell upon a small cup beside the fireplace, nearly covered by smoke.
“That is a nice cup mom, is it new?”
“Hmmm? If you have to know it’s far too old, now shoo!”
Tiara simply folded back her ears, knowing she should have stayed quiet and listen to her fears. Though as the child began to place a hoof upon the stair, her mother paid more attention to the glass cup at her side, it read “ World's Best Mare.”
“Wait! Who is it that gave me this cup?”
“That would be I mother.” Tiara spoke up feeling like a schmuck.
“Did you write this out of spite? All we do is fight!?”
“I..I..”
“I treat you like grime and give you a hard time!”
“...”
“I’ve yelled at you in front of friends! I’ve gone as far to scream at you with never an amends!”
“...”
“I’ve done everything to gain hate, yet this is what you do? Answer me! Why is this what you do?!”
“You are my mommy no matter what, through the hate and the screams I wish you a hasty redeem. For the honest answer you see, this is what I do...because I love you.”
The mare felt a cringe in her heart, as if a million bits from her were being torn apart. This child had to have some kind of ruse, who could be so bright after such abuse?
“Perhaps she simply wants to give you her heart?” Spoiled Rich heard her soft spoken inner conscience speak, causing her to shiver from her muzzle to her seat.
“No! There must be a answer to this ruse, one I will find and accuse!”
Jumping up from her seat, she galloped over to her child standing high above her never acting meek.
“So what is it you desire? A diamond mirror, a golden chair or perhaps a personal performance from The Dancers Of Fire?”
“...”
“That not enough? I can get you a palace, a ruby carriage and even a personal butler! Though he might be gruff…”
“Um…”
“Well speak! I can grant you a rare golden rabbit, a multi-talking ventriloquist macaw, I could even buy you out of school, for two months and a week!”
Tiara felt so sad and fought back tears, turning away as she darted outside back into the cold and swallowed by her fears. The icy wind burning the child’s face, the mother galloping after in a matching pace.
Standing behind her daughter giving off quite the show, she demanded an answer to her question!
She just had to know!
The child claims it is out of love, that alone is a bunch of…
Then it happened slow at first and then it came in haste, she for once could see the clues that solved her case. Outside the children would play in the snow, Parents with them laughing and cantering as they put on a show.
Daughters would hug fathers, Sons planting kisses on mothers. They enjoyed each other's company, never once feeling smothered. Some families were happy even though they just had coats on their backs, everything else they seemed to lack.
They didn’t need to get rid of the old, they didn’t need sleds, presents or gold.
They felt warmth just from the company of family and the joyous singing above, Dare she say with quivering hooves…
All they need is love?
Gazing down to her daughter crying in the snow, she felt her own tears roll down her cheeks as her emotions began to show. Her heart was gaining warmth like nothing she did know, a spark of love returning to her dark ice filled soul.
Wrapping slender hooves around her child’s shivering frame, she sobbed aloud and offered apologies for she was at blame. All her daughter wanted this year was not found in a store, it was given from the heart along with so much more.
“It’s time I earn that cup.” Spoiled kissed her daughter before scooping her up.
Inside they both went to bake a holiday cake, afterwards they would play outside and be merry with nothing at stake. Mr.Rich was to say the least very surprised, his wife had returned to her generous self, he knew years ago in his life.
Her smile bright as the sun, her giggle warm and loving filled with tenderness and fun.
As the family soon went back inside the home, no longer did they feel alone.
Tiara had gotten what she wanted so bad.
A beautiful caring mother and her dear old dad.
Let that be a lesson to all with ice across their soul, that the love of family, can always give warmth to you and all you know.
As for myself I fear I’m getting quite cold, so in closing I have this to say and hope you, on this idea will be sold.
On this Hearth Warmings Eve, I must take my leave.
I Fluttershy on The Rich Family Window do I sit, I can now go home happy knowing my kindness touch…
I Still Got It.
