Uploaded November 2022 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
A little song for the party ponies who prefer the snow to the surf. From /mlp/ Secret Santa 2022.
mp3 available for download here:
https://u.smutty.horse/mkbzlrysrvj.mp3
I’d like to invite y’all to a party at a mountain villa.
It’s a beautiful Hearth’s Warming and snow is falling all over these pine trees.
So grab your skis; put on your flyest coat, and get ready to chill.
Hop to the ski lodge;
Frost in the treetops;
Bop to the beat drop;
Rock like a seesaw!
(Hee-haw!) Got ‘Tavi in some knee socks
(Cheap shot.) Bass beats on her g-spot,
Whew! Lemme recharge!
See through this heat wave,
Shimmer like a mirage!
Bing Bong! I’m magic on a sweet song;
Scotch in my hooves straight smellin’ like a peat bog;
Street smart? Hell no, G; I’m a ski dawg;
Meet me on the ski slope; we can be a team brah.
Powder deep see snow white as my sheets y’all.
Never sleep on ‘em; I’m awake till I see dawn!
Dream on! Dream on!
Pounding on my chest like I was King Kong,
With a ping pong paddle gonna see me get my freak on;
When I go beast mode kinky as a Greek god!
Hey, man, keep your mansion party.
We’ll dance- hot damn we frosty!
Glitter like a blizzard from the ice that on me-
Double black diamond, and I’m locked at top speed!
No sand, no fan, no cabana.
Go bananas; Stan for my santa;
Blow so much snow
I can’t even stand, and
When I hit the ski ramp
I still haven’t landed!
Gonna land this, n’ can’t even panic.
Livin’ life every night like a fanfic!
Hot damn, this bop is a jam! Tip-top of the
Rock rubbin’ chalk on this granite.
Ran to the top; you can call me the mountain GOAT.
So hard there’s a rock stuck inside my throat.
Can’t stop, swagged out in my fuzzy coat,
Shoot like a missile boat; hooves like a little Pone.
Bruise on my backside when I took a tumble;
I snap back ‘cause I bounce like a bumble
Time for some fun, when you hear the bass thump low-
Avalanche flow, when I go hear the rumble.
Ridgeline run ‘til I miss my sun,
Gonna wind this down with a ten spice rum,
And a hot tub dip with a hot butt chick.
Party at the lodge-it’s gosh damn magic!
Hey, man, keep your mansion party.
We’ll dance- hot damn we frosty!
Glitter like a blizzard from the ice that on me-
Double black diamond, and I’m locked at top speed!
No sand, no fan, no cabana.
Go bananas; Stan for my santa;
Blow so much snow
I can’t even stand, and
When I hit the ski ramp
I still haven’t landed!
You got sun and surfboards in Maui,
But the fun we search for in our way:
The ski run and Hearth’s Warm is how we
Achieve freedom; these skis allow me.
The cold breeze, the pine trees and cocoa,
And hot teas with hotties and fo’ sho’
We frosty the worlds like a snow globe,
And gon’ tease these girls when I showboat.
You can keep your coconuts.
You might think we’re loco, but
(You can ask the local nuts.)
Paradise is cold for us.
And the forest flourishing:
Everyone and everything,
Animals and evergreens,
Ponies merry carolling!
Hey, man, keep your mansion party.
We’ll dance- hot damn we frosty!
Glitter like a blizzard from the ice that on me-
Double black diamond, and I’m locked at top speed!
No sand, no fan, no cabana.
Go bananas; Stan for my santa;
Blow so much snow
I can’t even stand, and
When I hit the ski ramp
I still haven’t landed!
From me to you, a very Happy Hearth’s Warming. Whether you’re high in the mountains up above clouds, surrounded by powder or on the beaches down under, it’s the season of magic, beauty and friendship, so raise your cocoa up high because tonight I’m drinking mine to each and every one of you, and I’ve got a lot more where that came from. Merry Christmas, Happy Hearth’s Warming, slainte, HoHoHo, and goodnight.
Chuckles OC art by Red Palette.
Background art from Hasbro.
A little song for the party ponies who prefer the snow to the surf. From /mlp/ Secret Santa 2022.
mp3 available for download here:
https://u.smutty.horse/mkbzlrysrvj.mp3
I’d like to invite y’all to a party at a mountain villa.
It’s a beautiful Hearth’s Warming and snow is falling all over these pine trees.
So grab your skis; put on your flyest coat, and get ready to chill.
Hop to the ski lodge;
Frost in the treetops;
Bop to the beat drop;
Rock like a seesaw!
(Hee-haw!) Got ‘Tavi in some knee socks
(Cheap shot.) Bass beats on her g-spot,
Whew! Lemme recharge!
See through this heat wave,
Shimmer like a mirage!
Bing Bong! I’m magic on a sweet song;
Scotch in my hooves straight smellin’ like a peat bog;
Street smart? Hell no, G; I’m a ski dawg;
Meet me on the ski slope; we can be a team brah.
Powder deep see snow white as my sheets y’all.
Never sleep on ‘em; I’m awake till I see dawn!
Dream on! Dream on!
Pounding on my chest like I was King Kong,
With a ping pong paddle gonna see me get my freak on;
When I go beast mode kinky as a Greek god!
Hey, man, keep your mansion party.
We’ll dance- hot damn we frosty!
Glitter like a blizzard from the ice that on me-
Double black diamond, and I’m locked at top speed!
No sand, no fan, no cabana.
Go bananas; Stan for my santa;
Blow so much snow
I can’t even stand, and
When I hit the ski ramp
I still haven’t landed!
Gonna land this, n’ can’t even panic.
Livin’ life every night like a fanfic!
Hot damn, this bop is a jam! Tip-top of the
Rock rubbin’ chalk on this granite.
Ran to the top; you can call me the mountain GOAT.
So hard there’s a rock stuck inside my throat.
Can’t stop, swagged out in my fuzzy coat,
Shoot like a missile boat; hooves like a little Pone.
Bruise on my backside when I took a tumble;
I snap back ‘cause I bounce like a bumble
Time for some fun, when you hear the bass thump low-
Avalanche flow, when I go hear the rumble.
Ridgeline run ‘til I miss my sun,
Gonna wind this down with a ten spice rum,
And a hot tub dip with a hot butt chick.
Party at the lodge-it’s gosh damn magic!
Hey, man, keep your mansion party.
We’ll dance- hot damn we frosty!
Glitter like a blizzard from the ice that on me-
Double black diamond, and I’m locked at top speed!
No sand, no fan, no cabana.
Go bananas; Stan for my santa;
Blow so much snow
I can’t even stand, and
When I hit the ski ramp
I still haven’t landed!
You got sun and surfboards in Maui,
But the fun we search for in our way:
The ski run and Hearth’s Warm is how we
Achieve freedom; these skis allow me.
The cold breeze, the pine trees and cocoa,
And hot teas with hotties and fo’ sho’
We frosty the worlds like a snow globe,
And gon’ tease these girls when I showboat.
You can keep your coconuts.
You might think we’re loco, but
(You can ask the local nuts.)
Paradise is cold for us.
And the forest flourishing:
Everyone and everything,
Animals and evergreens,
Ponies merry carolling!
Hey, man, keep your mansion party.
We’ll dance- hot damn we frosty!
Glitter like a blizzard from the ice that on me-
Double black diamond, and I’m locked at top speed!
No sand, no fan, no cabana.
Go bananas; Stan for my santa;
Blow so much snow
I can’t even stand, and
When I hit the ski ramp
I still haven’t landed!
From me to you, a very Happy Hearth’s Warming. Whether you’re high in the mountains up above clouds, surrounded by powder or on the beaches down under, it’s the season of magic, beauty and friendship, so raise your cocoa up high because tonight I’m drinking mine to each and every one of you, and I’ve got a lot more where that came from. Merry Christmas, Happy Hearth’s Warming, slainte, HoHoHo, and goodnight.
Chuckles OC art by Red Palette.
Background art from Hasbro.
