"So, let me get this straight," Smolder asked as she sat in a chair across from Sandbar, the two of them relaxing in the student lounge of the School of Friendship, "There's this really old pony named Santa Hooves, with a long white beard and red and white clothes, who has this team of 9 flying reindeer, one with a glowing red nose, that pull a sleigh through the sky?"

"Right," Sandbar said with a nod.

Smolder blinked her eyes at him, then she frowned and continued, "And this guy flies over all of Equestria on Hearth's Warming Eve, and delivers presents to every single pony who sends him a letter, all in one night?"

Sandbar shurgged and answered, "Well, only to ponies who are good, but pretty much yeah."

Smolder stared long at and hard at Sandbar, then folded her arms and rolled her eyes in mild irritation, "Well, fine I guess. If a magical tree can turn into Princess Twilight, then I guess Santa Hooves can do what he does. Lucky you, and all the rest of you ponies."

Sandbar smiled and shook his head. "Not just me. You too."

Smolder raised an eyebrow, "Uh, I case you haven't noticed, I'm a dragon."

Sandbar kept smiling pleasantly and said, "But here you are, in Equestria, celebrating Hearth's Warming Eve. I'm sure Santa Hooves would gladly give you and the others some presents."

Smolder's eyes widened, and she asked slowly, "And. . . Santa Hooves gives you whatever you ask for?"

Sandbar was a bit unnerverd by the look in Smolder's eyes, but he replied, "Well, yeah. . . I mean, within reas-."

Smolder suddenly began laughing and rubbing her claws together maniacally. "Ohhhhh boy! I've got a letter to write!"

Smolder then flew right of the room, then returned just as quickly, parchment and pencil in hand. Sandbar watched as the dragon reclined on the comfy chair, her legs swinging as she hummed to herself in thought.

"Uh, Smolder?" Sandbar asked tentively.

Smolder just smiled adorably and began dictating her letter to herself as she wrote it.

Santa baby, slip an opal under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a 20 carat zircon too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Sandbar nervously raised a forehoof and said, "Um, just hold it a minute, Smolder-."

Smolder then began driving her right fist into her left palm as she read the next part she'd written.

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the dragon tails I haven't kicked
Next year I could be also good
If you'll check off my little list

Smolder then went back to smiling and writing, her her tail swining back and forth to her own beat.

Santa baby, I want a peridot and that's not, a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

"Oh boy. . ." Sandbar moaned as he facehoofed.

Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed
To an amethyst mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, wrap up some amazonite, and nephrite
They're colored green like a lime
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

"Smolder, please! You don't-!" Sandbar pleaded, only to promptly interrupted when Smolder sat up suddenly, he eyes wide and shining as possibilites entered her mind.

Come and decorate my tree
With decorations made from lapis lazuli
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

Smolder laughed happily as she took the air and finished off her letter.

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a diamond ring
Or just a diamond is fine
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimeny. . . . toniiiiiiiiiiight!

Smolder landed back in her chair and said aloud as she signed the letter, "Sincerely, Smolder!" She then rolled up the scroll and said eagerly and with a hungry look in her eye, "Oh, I can't wait!"

Sandbar let out a sigh as his dragon friend started drooling. "You know, Santa Hooves can't always give everything in every single letter."

"Eh," Smolder said nonchalantly, as she appeared to have gotten her hunger back under control rather quickly, "I kinda figured that. That's why I dreamed kinda big. Figured that if he goes with at least one request, it would be worth it."

Sandbar gave her a look of longsuffering and said, "But really. . . a deed to an amethyst mine? Really?"

Smolder smiled slyly and replied, "Go big or go home!"

Author's Note

Santa Baby by Joan Javits and Philip Springer