Harthwarming was always a happy time for me growing up. It was the the single ray of sunlight in my otherwise cloudy school year. It was a time when my parents would finish their work at the concert hall and we would go to our private cabin out between Canterlot and Ponyville. For me, that cabin was a magical place and still is to this day. My family still goes there at Harthwarming just for the sake of keeping up the tradition. But I will never forget for as long as I live and breath the Harthwarming when my father came rushing in with the greatest gift he could have ever given my family.

Special thanks to my editor Blazewings thunder!

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