If there's a holiday, then somepony's probably overdecorated for it. The Greening has seen entire homes blend into the local grass, while Lambvent shrouds neighborhoods in wool and Hearth's Warming traditionally welcomes guests into homes through making it impossible to see where the front door is. But if Ponyville's going to get dressed up anyway, then Town Hall might as well have a little contest built around it. The mayor signed off on that.

Which meant there was a period of at least two seconds in which Marigold Mare completely forgot her town hosts the Bearers -- and that she'd just given them a reason to compete against each other.

Shall we count down to the inevitable one home visit at a time? In six, five, four, three...

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Rated C for they don't celebrate Christmas Crackfic.

Friendships don't always last, time isn't always well-spent, and not everyone gets a happy ending. Everypony has their regrets, paths not taken, failures and lost loves. Sometimes, it's too late for second chances.

Takes place in Rainbowdoubledash's Lunaverse. It's time for Winter Wrap Up in Ponyville, and Representative Trixie has to take part. She wishes she could have stayed in bed.

A story of loss and reunion for Hearth’s Warming.

One stormy night, Rainbow is on weather watch and tries to tackle a twister that is too strong for her, crashing miles from anywhere and unable to fly.
She is posted Missing In Action and her friends and family believe her to be dead, but a grumpy old hermit comes to her rescue.

Happy Hearth's Warming everypony.

After being fired from Ponyville General Hospital and searching for a new line of work. Nurse Redheart gets a job working for Mayor Mare in the town hall. Turns out making a volitile ex-nurse deal with complaints and appointments all day long isn't the best idea. Now with a sequel!

Rated T for Redheart rage.

The Princesses' birthday celebration is here again, and Mayor Mare needs a scapegoat—er, trusted citizen—to handle Ponyville's gift. Certainly, deciding what to get for an ancient ruler who's seen everything will be a piece of cake. Hm, cake. Maybe that's not such a bad idea.

Third-place winner in The Write-Off Association's contest "Lonely Happiness."

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Cheerilee has been a teacher in Ponyville for many years. Her hoof in bringing up foals, watching them blossom into fine young mares and stallions, it gives her a sense of fulfilment that one only gets from living up to their life's purpose. Lately, it's been harder and harder to do her job with a smile. She's always seen a part of teaching as protecting her students as much as it is about educating them, and factors outside of her control have made it nearly impossible to protect anypony.

One day, a fire is awakened inside the schoolmare, and, filled with a new purpose, she sets out on a path to teach a few certain ponies a lesson they'll never forget.

This story maybe be rated Teen for violence and language, but Cheerilee's hooves are for E for Everypony.

This entire story was based on this conversation.

I think I need to be clear that I don't support doing sick wrestling moves on children. I figure it was clear in the story itself that that's not the point, but I'll say it here, too. Don't do that, ever. Unless...

Nah, I'm playing, I don't.

Unless...

No no, I'm joking, it's all jokes.

Unless...

In her short life, Diamond Tiara has accomplished so much. And today, she has achieved her goal of becoming mayor. Sheʼs elated, of course, but what does that mean for her future?

In her long life, Mayor Mare has accomplished so much. It is time to step aside and spend her days in peaceful retirement. Sheʼs elated, of course, but how does one leave behind the past when itʼs defined you for so long?

The past and the future meet in the middle and together, come to an understanding about the present.

Featured: 05/31/2023 - 06/01/2023
Written for: The May 2023 Pairings Contest
Chinese translation by: Beholder123

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Applejack storms into the Town Hall, glaring at any pony that so much as glances her way. "Where's that mayor?!" She stomps with each step, tail lashing on her way to Mayor Mare's office. She expects satisfaction, and swears she will leave with it.

Written for the Pairs contest.

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The fruit of Sweet Apple Acres are grown with skill, experience, and love.

That last part makes them nutritious for changelings, a fact which Applejack is only now about to learn. But the changelings themselves have known for a long time – after all, they are some of her closest friends.