T: Hazy, language!
H: Right, sorry, mom.
T: It’s okay. Either way, I’m glad you like it. Every one was very excited to have this hearths warming eve party with you.
H: I was wonderin’ how you rich ponies celebrate the holidays.
S: We suppose it must be our brothers first , correct?
H: Nah, I’ve had hearth warming parties before.
S: Truly? With trees, friends and food?
H: Yeah, though it was a bit of a hassle. First we’d have to dig through garbage all day to find food, which usually amounted to nothing. If we couldn’t find any tossed out food, we have to steal some from the nearby towns. It’s not impossible but if the store owners know you, they kick you out immediately so you had to be careful not to be noticed too much or they’ll chase you out with a broom or something. (Chuckle) Actually, a guy tossed this little tree at me once for stealing his day old bread. It hit some other foal but I caught it and brought it back. Then we’d all huddle around our individual fire pits and try to keep warm enough to midnight so we could raid some of the wealthier houses for presents for the younger foals and- Why are you hugging me!?!?