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My 3rd Secret Santa Present goes to.... Fluffy Cat!

Story:
'Twas the Night of Hearth's Warming, all across town,
The warmth of the holiday spirit was all around.
A pony awake in the dead of night,
Goes by the name of Sponge forgot one little plight:
The stockings to fill on Hearth's Warming morn,
One for each friend he made with his heart to adorn.
One by one, Sponge nailed a very big sock,
Right above the warm fireplace dock.
But when he was finished, he spotted one with a bump...
One that looked like it had coal in a lump!
Sponge picked it up with his magical horn,
And inserted his hoof to find something, maybe corn!
He pushed it in further, til he touched something warm,
But also something else... "Furry, maybe?" he brainstormed.
Then something happened he hope it wouldn't do:
The things inside the stocking... MOVED! It's true!
He gave a little shriek as he dropped it on the floor,
"Is it a mouse?" He chattered, and leaned in a little more.
He opened it again and took a look inside.
He looked in, and he saw a tiny pony, curled up in fright.
A pony covered with gray white and brown,
Big Sponge saw it curled up and he frowned.
"I'm sorry," he said, I didn't know this was your home.
"You know, it doesn't feel good to celebrate alone."
The tiny pony looked up, still shaking in her hooves.
"Come out," he said, "and see all my holiday goods."
He reached in his hoof til just an inch,
For the tiny pony to hitch a ride in a cinch.
The tiny pony's eyes grew wide when she came out,
Looking at the lovely lights removed her doubt.
"Hey," Sponge said, "I didn't get to know your name!"
The tiny pony bushed, "Fluffy," she shyly proclaimed.

From then on, Sponge and Fluffy got along well.
Spending every Hearth's Warming feeling swell.
And every night, Sponge gives her a treat:
A peppermint cane so small, yet so sweet!

Description
My 3rd Secret Santa Present goes to.... Fluffy Cat!

Story:
'Twas the Night of Hearth's Warming, all across town,
The warmth of the holiday spirit was all around.
A pony awake in the dead of night,
Goes by the name of Sponge forgot one little plight:
The stockings to fill on Hearth's Warming morn,
One for each friend he made with his heart to adorn.
One by one, Sponge nailed a very big sock,
Right above the warm fireplace dock.
But when he was finished, he spotted one with a bump...
One that looked like it had coal in a lump!
Sponge picked it up with his magical horn,
And inserted his hoof to find something, maybe corn!
He pushed it in further, til he touched something warm,
But also something else... "Furry, maybe?" he brainstormed.
Then something happened he hope it wouldn't do:
The things inside the stocking... MOVED! It's true!
He gave a little shriek as he dropped it on the floor,
"Is it a mouse?" He chattered, and leaned in a little more.
He opened it again and took a look inside.
He looked in, and he saw a tiny pony, curled up in fright.
A pony covered with gray white and brown,
Big Sponge saw it curled up and he frowned.
"I'm sorry," he said, I didn't know this was your home.
"You know, it doesn't feel good to celebrate alone."
The tiny pony looked up, still shaking in her hooves.
"Come out," he said, "and see all my holiday goods."
He reached in his hoof til just an inch,
For the tiny pony to hitch a ride in a cinch.
The tiny pony's eyes grew wide when she came out,
Looking at the lovely lights removed her doubt.
"Hey," Sponge said, "I didn't get to know your name!"
The tiny pony bushed, "Fluffy," she shyly proclaimed.

From then on, Sponge and Fluffy got along well.
Spending every Hearth's Warming feeling swell.
And every night, Sponge gives her a treat:
A peppermint cane so small, yet so sweet!