Author's Note

Currently drunk but I wanted to write something for Christmas. I've been in a somber mood so I thought a somber story would fit. Bronytymes~

Christmas Special

You awake in your bed. The morning light shifts across your eyes slightly as the curtain sways gently in the breeze. You got hot in the middle of the night and cracked a window. Thinking back that was foolish as the fire went out hours ago the ash has long since grayed. Feeling the chill in the air you get up and close the window and head downstairs to the living room. Walking over to the fireplace you sluggishly place a few fresh logs in and sprinkle some kindling on top. Grabbing your tinder box you pull out some flint and steel sparking the kindling to life. After some work you get the fire started and can feel the warmth already.

Standing you walk over to the corner table and grab some Apple Family Spiced RumTM and take a nice big pull. Letting the alcohol burn in your throat you savor the spices and apple taste. Coughing slightly you walk into the kitchen and start heating up the oven as well. Ever since you arrived in Horse land you have been an outcast. A few mares were assigned to help you adjust to living in this little girls fever dream. They eventually got you a house built, of course it was well out of town and close to where you work. Not much you can do but manual labor and you weren't fast enough to work at the apple farm so they decided you'd be better as a grave keeper. Its kind of fitting of course. You're life is dead to you and you haven't been able to sleep through the night unless you were black out drunk. Even then the "Friends" that you made quickly turned their back on you leaving you to your own devices. They tired of the drunken outbursts you'd make while staying at their places so they decided to get you your own. It's not much but you make payments on it and make enough to get yourself something nice for Christmas. A slightly damaged old piano from the school. Its been banged on so much that its hard to keep in tune and has hoof dents all over it. The keys are also much larger that your used to but you've gotten used to it.

The pan on the stove has warmed up quite nicely and you crack an egg into a bowl and whisk away. Grabbing some chopped peppers and mushrooms from the fridge you pour the whisked eggs onto the pan hearing the familiar sizzle. The first "friend" you made was a fashionista. She immediately insulted your choice of dress. Seeing as you ended up here after you went to sleep in your Sweatpants and a large shirt that had Metal band logo on it, you weren't surprised. Its not what you would want to introduce yourself in to anyone let alone miniature horses with horns and wings. She gave you a "makeover" which you actually didn't mind. She ended up making you a somewhat nice outfit. Gray slacks and a light purple polo like shirt that had sleeves down just past your elbows.

The sizzle starts to quiet down and you add the peppers and mushrooms. Lazily flipping the omelette to the uncooked side you reach into the fridge and grab some cheese. The next "friend" you made was a shy yellow pegasus. She didn't come over again after introducing herself for about a month. But you quickly got tired of the butter colored mare. She seemed to develop a crush on you that went way out of control. She kept trying to guess your "kink" that would make you fall in love with her. She would come over every day for a while but she started coming over less and less as the months passed. Eventually she never came back and the only time you'd see her would be out and about in town. She would wave and give you a small sad smile. You felt somewhat bad about not denying her for so long but you didn't want to love something that looked like an unintelligent animal from your world. It just rubbed you the wrong way.

Flipping the omelette in half you sprinkled some cheese on top and let it melt just a bit before you scoop it onto a place and put some bread in a toaster. The third and most annoying "friend" you made was a bouncy pink mare. She was one that grated on your every nerve. She spoke way too fast and too often for your liking. But she had a good heart. She always tried to make you smile. But she knew your smile was never genuine. It was her goal for a long time to make you smile wide and true. She was never able to do it.

Grabbing the hot toast that popped up with quick fingers and sliding it onto the warming plate you spread some butter on it. Putting the plate down on the small table you ended up buying from a yard sale you sit on the floor and start to eat. The fourth "friend" you made was an orange mare who worked way too hard. Well if she was human she worked too hard but apparently these "earth ponies" were strong as fuck. When you first saw how she could kick a tree so hard all the apples fell into a few baskets littered around the tree you were amazed and scared. If she kicked you like that you'd probably break a few bones. She quickly became one of your drinking buddies though. She never minded that you were so different she just cared that you were honest. You would tell her some of the worst things you went through back in your world. That time your girlfriend cheated on you, When one of your parents died, And the most hurtful time... When you came to this world.

Standing and grabbing the bottle from the counter you take another swig. and walk back into the living room. You look at the old beat up piano you bought from the school. The next "friend" you made was a cyan pegasus. She was probably the most obnoxious of all of your "friends". She would sometimes drink with you and the orange mare. But most of the time you would sit in the park and watch her free aerial show. She would come down and ask for pointers but you knew nothing about those kinds of tricks. Your advice always kind of sucked but she would put on a smile and thank you anyway.

Getting up you walk over to the piano bench and sit. You take one more swig of the rum and open the fall board. the last "friend" you actually made was the one you met first. A purple mare who was waaayyy too curious for her own good. You can't count how many times she asked questions that made you uncomfortable. She seemed a bit too interested in anatomy for your liking but eventually she ran out of questions and left you alone with a second thought. It hurt more than you thought it would.

You start to Play a soft piano riff. Before you can start singing you hear your front door open. Deciding you don't care who it is you start to sing.

"I hope it snows this week, a snow flake on your cheek would make this Christmas so beautiful." you hear hoof steps but you don't stop. Whoever is here can listen. "But that would just bring the pain, 'Cause things just can't stay the same these holidays won't be wonderful." you hear a sigh.

"I look under the tree but there's nothing to see, 'cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me." You give into your piano playing and close your eyes while bobbing your head. You get lost in your music.

"I can't figure you out, is this is what Christmas is all about, 'cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me" you hear a small sniffle.

"I don't wanna talk, i'm sick of all this talking." You open your eyes to see a snow white mare with stylish grey beanie on. "A broken heart all wrapped up in a box, there's tear drops in my stocking" She smiles weakly at you.

"I look under the tree, but there's nothing to see, 'Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me" You sing to her now. Your eyes watering heavily.

"I can't figure you out, Is this what Christmas is all about, 'Cause it's a broken heart you're giving me" her eyes are flowing freely now.

"I hate Christmas parties, They offer me some punch. But I just shrug
I hate Christmas parties, You and the cookie tray. both hear me say "Bah Humbug" hammering harder on the piano you miss a few keys but it doesn't stop you as you start to sing your heart out.

"Fa la la la la la! la la la la la la! Fa la la la la la, la la la la la la! fa la la la la la, la la la laaaaaaa!" you let the dissonant chord ring out.

You hear muffled sobbing from the white mares direction.

"I look under the tree, but there's nothing to see. 'Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me" you weakly cry out.

"I can't figure you out! is this what Christmas is all about, 'Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me." you suspended the chord but never resolve down. Your eyes are full of tears and you can't look up.

"Anonymous."