It´s dark outside on Christmas night, snow falls silent to the grounds. A pony hurries through the white, her hooves make clatter sounds.
Reaching the kingdom in just one night, that seems impossible to do. But her heart is strong and bright, no time to rest or strew.
A puppy cross the ponies way, and ask “Where do you ride?” The pony said “It´s Christmas time, back home to Puppy Pride.”