Hearth’s Warming on the Beach - A Kiwi Chrimmus

A Hearth’s Warming song for my friends who live upside down, especially for that one Kiwi we love and know. May he rest in peace. (I’m writing this hours before publication so, based on precedent, presumably he has died by the time this posts.) Thanks Kiwi, for all you do to keep /mlp/ Secret Santa ticking in down where gravity is reversed and everyone walks upside down all the time. Can I get an F down in the comments to commemorate his inevitable loss? mp3 is available for download here: I got my shades down. Spaced out. Lounging in the shade by the Waves now. Listen to the sea breeze and the sweet sound Of the seagulls; gonna drink until I’m Face down. Well I’ll be chilling on the beach with a bottle of rum; I’ve got my mane in the breeze and my feet in the sun, In the shade of the trees, and I’ll be living life easy When they see me saying, “Kiwi gonna Rest In Peace.“ And I’ll be upside down with my hooves on the ground, And it’s no wonder that the underside when you come around For Merry Christmas in my hemisphere it’s summer in your winter, dear So stow that coat and put on your bikini to lounge. I’m glad to be where the daiquiris Are gonna be flowin’ free ; Laughin’, have to be, and I’ll concede That I know my philosophies ain’t exactly Socrates Cloppin, to my doctor and Tossin, all my soccer games. Lying cozy in the shade; Dying almost every day; Find me in a hammock, Or maybe find me at a wake. Lazy by the ocean, and I’m Swaying to the motion Of a crazy little notion known as Mixin up a potion. You can freeze in your Snow White Season well it’s all right; Grab somepony, hold tight. I prefer a colt; I keep on taking my time Shakin’ up a mai tai; Eyein’ up those mighty fine Stallion butts. My, my... Sippin’ margaritas While you folks are blasting heaters, And if Santa Pone don’t cheat us Day’ll be here soon. Life is way to short and risky, And my boss ain’t gonna miss me, So I’ll pour another whiskey, And I’ll sing me a tune. (And it goes) Well I’ll be chilling on the beach with a bottle of rum; I’ve got my mane in the breeze and my feet in the sun In the shade of the trees and I’ll be living life easy, When they see me saying, “Kiwi gonna Rest In Peace.“ And I’ll be upside down with my hooves on the ground, And it’s no wonder that the underside when you come around For Merry Christmas in my hemisphere it’s summer in your winter, dear So stow that coat and put on your bikini to lounge. Yeah I’ll be chilling on the beach with a bottle of rum; I’ve got my mane in the breeze and my feet in the sun In the shade of the trees and I’ll be living life easy, When they see me saying, “Kiwi gonna Rest In Peace.“ When they see me saying, “Kiwi gonna Rest In Peace.“ When they see me saying, “Kiwi. May he Rest In Peace.“