"Ally," Trish called. "Are you celebrating Christmas with us this year?"
"No," she sighed. "I've writing some new songs for Christmas talent show."
"Oh," she said. "Okay."
Then Austin walked in with Dez.
"Hey, Ally," he said, waving his hand. "Are you celebrating Christmas with us?"
"No," she replied. "I won't be."
"Why's that?" Dez asked.
"Cause," she answered. "I'm writing some brand new songs for the talent show, and I was hoping that you would be performing in it."
"Oh," he said, when Kira joined them, as Ally left.
"Who's kissing who under Mistletoe?" She asked them.
"Hold that thought, Kira," Trish said, pausing her. "Why isn't Ally joining us for Christmas? I mean, we usually share it together as friends."
"It seems like Ally is loosing her Christmas spirit," Dez joked.
"It's not funny," she scoffed. "Our friend has lost her Christmas spirit, but why?"
"Cause," Kira started. "I took it away from her."
"You destroyed her," Trish said, as she got ready to punch her, when Dez held her back. "Christmas Spirit? Have you no shame?"
"No," she lied. "I have no shame,"
"Kira," Austin said, calmly. "You've obviously upset her, by destroying her fun in Christmas."
"What do you mean?" She asked. "I never destroyed her fun in anything."
"Well," he shouted. "You've obviously done something!"
Then she walked off.
"I can't believe you ever dated her," Trish said to him. "After, everything you and Ally have been through together."
"I know," he said, remembering Kira's question. "Trish, who would you kiss under the mistletoe?"
"Chuck," she answered. "Or Dez."
"Ewww," Dez said, disgusted. "I would never kiss you under the Mistletoe."
"I was just saying," she shouted at me.
"Any who," he said. "Who would you kiss Austin? Ally or Kira?"
"I would kiss Ally Dawson," he told him. "Under the mistletoe. If she ever gets her Christmas spirit back up and running again."
"Just give Ally time," Trish replied. "She'll come around. Once, Kira figures out a way to tell her that she's sorry for destroying her Christmas spirit."
"Okay," he said. "I'll go and talk to her."
"Okay," they both said, as Austin left them, to go and find her.
"Ally?" He asked, hearing somebody cry.
"Ally," he called. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she replied, through her tears.
"So why are you crying?" He asked, sitting down beside her.
"Cause," she sighed. "I don't have the Christmas spirit, and dad wants me to leave town. In which, I may never return back to see you, Trish and Dez."
"I'll come with you," he told her. "You will never be alone."
"Why?" She asked.
"Cause," he answered. "I'll be with you."
"Does this mean we'll be going on tour together?" She asked, as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Yes," he told her. "But first, I have to ask you something."
"What is it?" She asked.
"I told Trish that I would kiss you under the mistletoe," he told her. "And I wanted to know who would you kiss under the mistletoe. So I want to know."
"And?" She prompted.
"Here it goes," he breathed. "Who would you kiss under the mistletoe? Me or Dallas?"
"You of course," she answered, when he got up.
"And why?" He prompted.
"Cause," she sighed. "You were my first crush from the moment we met."
"Is that true?" He asked, wanting to know.
"Yes," she replied. "It is."
Then he helped her up of the ground and kissed her lips, as she deepened it.
"I love you, Ally," He told her.
"I love you, Austin," she told him, kissing his lips more.
He looked up at the ceiled, and saw the Mistletoe.
"I guess it's magic," He told her, smiling.
"I guess so," she said, as he kissed her lips once more.
"Is your Christmas spirit back?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied. "It is back. It never really left. It was always here."
"Okay," he said, scooping her up in his arms.
"We've got to go now," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
And with that, they lived happily ever after.