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Disclaimer: Once again I suppose I should say something along the lines that I don't own any of the characters involved therein…

Epilogue

About 10 Years later… 2AM Christmas morning

"So that's what made you change your mind about Santa Claus Mommy?" A little girl with strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes said with a sense of wonder and awe. The tears she had been crying earlier were all dried up, and she was no longer angry at her parents.

"Sure was Ronnie Anne." Kim said with a note of finality to her daughter of 8 years old. The full name of Kim and Ron's daughter was actually Veronica Anne Stoppable, but they had started to call her Ronnie Ann at a very early age, and it just sort of stuck.

Little Ronnie Anne looked up as her father walked into the living room with a tray that held three steaming cups of hot chocolate, and 3 large oatmeal and raisin cookies.

"Small marshmallows, Daddy?" Ronnie Anne asked with a bit of worry in her eyes and voice.

Ron sighed. "Yes Honey, small marshmallows." Ever since 'The Great Marshmallow Incident' from two years ago, Ronnie Anne would never again have large marshmallows… ever.

The young girl then looked back to her mother while she continued to sit on the floor cross-legged in front of her parents, while both Kim and Ron sat next to each other on the couch, wearing matching Santa suits. Next to the couch was a Christmas tree decked out with all the decorations, and the floor beneath it was literally heaped with presents. On the mantle over the fireplace place was the traditional Jewish Menorah, along with other various Hanukah decorations. Kim and Ron had made a concerted effort to combine Hanukah and the traditional Christmas, and they had made it work quite well.

Their daughter Ronnie Anne still had a troubled look on her face. "But… Was that the real Santa that saved you then, or was it an illusion caused by your head injury? I mean, it was quite a coincidence that Daddy arrived at the same time."

"I will always believe that it was the real Santa that pulled me from the river that night." Kim said as she took her cup of hot chocolate from her husband and blew on it. "I was already pulled back from the edge when your father arrived. When Wade Load himself did his own investigation of the accident, he said that with the force it took for my car to go through that barricade, the momentum of the car should have put me into the river. Someone… or some thing, had to have pulled me back."

"So even after the argument you two had, you still loved each other?" Ronnie Anne asked after taking a sip of her hot chocolate, leaving a bit of a mustache on her upper lip.

Both Kim and Ron smiled at their daughter and chuckled at the sight. Kim motioned to her mouth, and Ronnie Anne used the sleeve of her pajamas to wipe away the offending substance, which made her mother give her a mildly disapproving look.

"Sorry." She said with a dip of her head, and then looked back at her parents, expecting an answer to her last question.

"Of course we still loved each other Honey." Kim said. "I realized that I was the immature one to run off like I did. But in a sense, if I hadn't, I wouldn't believe in Santa the way I do now, and you most likely would have never been born."

"Sooo… You guys are telling me that there really is a Santa Claus, even though I still caught you doing… this." She indicated the presents sitting around the tree, and the full stockings hanging on the mantle.

"Yes." Both Kim and Ron chimed at the exact same time.

"Riiiight." Was the reply of a not so convinced 8 year old girl.

"Now you better finish your hot chocolate and get to bed before the real…" Suddenly everyone in the room stopped short and looked up towards the ceiling when they heard a series of dull thumps, and something that sounded like the tinkling of tiny bells.

Ronnie Anne's eyes went wide and she literally gulped down the rest of her hot chocolate, which was only about half full, and ran back to her room as fast as her 'Fuzzy Bunny' slippers could carry her. Kim and Ron stood and walked out of the room in a more leisurely manner, quietly snickering under their breath.

The happily married couple stopped just before leaving the room, and stole a kiss underneath the mistletoe hanging in the arched doorway. Just as their lips parted, they heard a soft, yet commanding voice behind them. "Ho, Ho, Ho… nice job you two… and Merry Christmas."

Both Kim and Ron turned, raised their cups of hot chocolate to Santa in a silent toast, and then went to their bedroom knowing that this would be one of their most memorable Christmases ever.

The end…

Over the top? I hope not…

I also hope that everyone has a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, a great Kwanza, or whatever it is you celebrate this time of year. Just remember… it's not all about what your physical senses tell you, it's what you believe in that really counts. Be safe!