Uploaded December 2022 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Everypony and everycreature got together to celebrate Hearth's Warming in Girafrica this year, and it was very wholesome and good and nice. Because there's nothing wrong with a cheesy let's-all-be-friends song. World needs more of 'em.
mp3 available here: https://u.smutty.horse/mkonboitehl.mp3
It’s Horsemas in Girafrica,
And the zebras gather round
To paint the baobab and stripes of red and green
From roots to crown.
A caravan of camels
Coming from exotic sands
Brought cardigans and flannels
And a 10 piece Germane polka band.
It’s Horsemas in
Girafrica.
Of course you’re welcome friend,
So yak it up
With yaks and antelopes,
Snowponies, Diamond Dogs,
And shoot the breeze with breezies
Even baps and moths.
A herd of wild wildebeest
Who don’t know what to do
On their very Hearth’s Warming Eve.
(Guess you could say they’re kind of gnu.)
The caribou can teach them
Of the snowy arctic north,
Where borealis dance the sky
Above the frozen earth.
And the snow
That sparkles in
The heavy sun.
(Oh, it hugs the horizon)
You can go;
You’ll be welcomed friend
Each and everyone.
(The worlds so surprisin.')
You should know
That they’ve gotten love to spend,
So go and join the fun.
(See the joy in their eyes, friend.)
But here and now,
Amongst the cheering crowd,
You’re in Girafrica,
And a giraffe is hanging up a star upon the highest bough.
It’s Horsemas in
Girafrica.
Of course you’re welcome friend,
So yak it up
With yaks and antelopes,
Snowponies, Diamond Dogs,
And shoot the breeze with breezies
Even baps and moths.
A swarm of changelings left their hive to be here,
In Girafrica with the gazelles and zebras.
The buffalo have turned out in force this year,
And the Kyrin are passing round their Horsemas "beer."
And all painting gourds up as ornaments under the sapphire skies.
(Hanging them up in the sapphire skies.)
And jam the savanna with laughter and happiness into the night.
(Party and play 'til the sunlight.)
Telling old tales 'round the tree while the fireflies flicker in flight.
(Twinkling beetles and glowbrights.)
Might not be the Horsemas you’re used to, but that’s why it’s right.
(Everything’s perfect with you by my side.)
It’s Horsemas in
Girafrica.
Of course you’re welcome friend,
So yak it up
With yaks and antelopes,
Snowponies, Diamond Dogs,
And shoot the breeze with breezies
Even baps and moths.
(Maybe a Letter Dragon or a Great White Sherk.)
Everypony and everycreature got together to celebrate Hearth's Warming in Girafrica this year, and it was very wholesome and good and nice. Because there's nothing wrong with a cheesy let's-all-be-friends song. World needs more of 'em.
mp3 available here: https://u.smutty.horse/mkonboitehl.mp3
It’s Horsemas in Girafrica,
And the zebras gather round
To paint the baobab and stripes of red and green
From roots to crown.
A caravan of camels
Coming from exotic sands
Brought cardigans and flannels
And a 10 piece Germane polka band.
It’s Horsemas in
Girafrica.
Of course you’re welcome friend,
So yak it up
With yaks and antelopes,
Snowponies, Diamond Dogs,
And shoot the breeze with breezies
Even baps and moths.
A herd of wild wildebeest
Who don’t know what to do
On their very Hearth’s Warming Eve.
(Guess you could say they’re kind of gnu.)
The caribou can teach them
Of the snowy arctic north,
Where borealis dance the sky
Above the frozen earth.
And the snow
That sparkles in
The heavy sun.
(Oh, it hugs the horizon)
You can go;
You’ll be welcomed friend
Each and everyone.
(The worlds so surprisin.')
You should know
That they’ve gotten love to spend,
So go and join the fun.
(See the joy in their eyes, friend.)
But here and now,
Amongst the cheering crowd,
You’re in Girafrica,
And a giraffe is hanging up a star upon the highest bough.
It’s Horsemas in
Girafrica.
Of course you’re welcome friend,
So yak it up
With yaks and antelopes,
Snowponies, Diamond Dogs,
And shoot the breeze with breezies
Even baps and moths.
A swarm of changelings left their hive to be here,
In Girafrica with the gazelles and zebras.
The buffalo have turned out in force this year,
And the Kyrin are passing round their Horsemas "beer."
And all painting gourds up as ornaments under the sapphire skies.
(Hanging them up in the sapphire skies.)
And jam the savanna with laughter and happiness into the night.
(Party and play 'til the sunlight.)
Telling old tales 'round the tree while the fireflies flicker in flight.
(Twinkling beetles and glowbrights.)
Might not be the Horsemas you’re used to, but that’s why it’s right.
(Everything’s perfect with you by my side.)
It’s Horsemas in
Girafrica.
Of course you’re welcome friend,
So yak it up
With yaks and antelopes,
Snowponies, Diamond Dogs,
And shoot the breeze with breezies
Even baps and moths.
(Maybe a Letter Dragon or a Great White Sherk.)
