A few years has gone by fast. Bernard and Vincentia are still madly in love and living their beautiful victorian like house on Tinsel Street. Santa loves his job as Santa. Charlie grew up into a handsome teenager, but he's not doing well in school. The head elves are ready for another day at work. They changed their appearance a little. Vincentia now wears a tight long sleeved black shirt with black pants and new earrings since the others were rusted. She does have her grandmother's spirit. Only black elf shoes everywhere except for their home and her personal kitchen, also wears her green bandana now. Bernard now wears a similar style as mine with of course his favorite hat.

They head towards her kitchen at the main workshop for breakfast that she made.

"I got a call from the adoption center last night," Bernard spoke, taking a bite of his waffle.

"Really? And?" she asks, drinking some orange juice.

"The papers are ready just need to get them after work today with Elektra," he smiles his kid like smile.

"Perfect, she'll be very happy," she too smile her kid like smile.

Once breakfast was done, Bernard is reported back to the workshop as Vincentia is reported to the main kitchen. They shared a good, but small makeout session before separating slowly. Whenever they separated, they managed to keep their hands touch with smiles until they are completely separated. Elektra gotten so super excited when she hears the head elves being her parents. Everything is going good until a crisis occurred. Scary thing was that the North Pole had to go to Elfcon 1. The kitchen became silent when the sound of a plane approaching. Her new daughter holds onto Vincentia in a very tight hug. It's her first Christmas with her new family and now this is scaring. All of a sudden, some music begins to play.

"We'll be right back," the head elf says to her chefs. Both mother and daughter disappears to wherever the music is coming from.

They met up with Bernard and the boss. Turns out the music is being played by the number two elf here. Curtis. His back is laying on the sleigh playing one of the dancing Santa toy. The real Santa quickly covers his mouth and turns off the dancing Santa off. Everyone waits in silence.

"We are on Elfcon 4. All clear."

Bernard lets out a breath of relief as Vincentia leans on the sleigh once they heard the good news over speakers.

"Curtis," the boss says to him, patting on his shoulder. "What do you say we get you a nice set of headphones this Christmas?" Then he turns to the elves around them, "It's alright everyone. Let's get back to work."

The elves went back to focusing on the reindeer.

"Curtis," Bernard stares down at him. "You're nine hundred years old, grow up!"

"Little brother," Vincentia shakes her at him

"Big Sister," he groans at her.

"Wait you guys are brother and sister?" Bernard asked in shock.

"Long story," the two answers.

"Bernard, Vincentia," Santa calls.

Bernard huffed and grabs Vincentia's wrist. Elektra holds onto her mommy's hand when they ran over and caught up with Sana. The male head elf is still not in a great mood.

"Darling," Bernard asked, pulling her aside. "Why didn't you tell me that you're his sister?"

"Look sweetheart," Vincentia sighs. "He's not my brother by blood. Remember the time I had to take care of an elf while his parents were out?"

"Yea."

"His parents asked me to babysit him. I didn't tell you this because I thought you won't like me anymore due to your rivalry with him."

"What!" He places his arms around her small waist, pulling her to him. "I would never do that. I love you so much to do such a thing."

"I love you too," she says, closing her eyes.

"Mommy?" Elektra says, worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yes little one," she says to her daughter. "I'm just thinking about your grandfather that's all."

"Grandfather?"

"We will tell you later at home," Bernard answers.

The small family realizes to see that they are a little behind so they quickly follow them. The young mother whispers to her daughter for a little request, which she smiles and nods her head. Elektra heads back the kitchen when the four walks outside to the main workshop.

"You know I didn't break any of the rules. According to the Santa Handbook-" Curtis begins.

Dark brown and green eyes roll themselves. The famous Handbook is Curtis' most favorite thing at the North Pole. Both Bernard and Vincentia memorized every detail of the Handbook so they are tired of hearing it again.

"Oh the Handbook," Vincentia says sarcastically.

"Curtis, do you go pee pee with that thing?" Bernard asked, having his hands on his hips.

"Elves are encouraged to listen to music. It lifts their spirits and makes them more creative, more productive, and well, more alert-LOOK OUT!"

Suddenly a tan blur flows over them making the duck. It almost hit their heads! Laughter fills their pointy ears as they stood up to see a reindeer falling down. Quickly as they could, the four heads to where the reindeer fell.

"Is he alright?!" Vincentia calls out to the elves.

"He's alright Vincentia!" one of the elves calls back.

"Wow that's going to leave a mark," Santa commented, then looks to see who it was. "Is that Blitzen? Looks like Prancer. Who is that?"

"It was Chet," Curtis smiles proudly. "He's one of our reindeer in training."

"Oh, well please tell that it is early in his training. Wow nice fall."

He pats Bernard's shoulder before heading towards the workshop.

All that Bernard did is smile before glaring down to Curtis, "Curtis when are you going to tell him?"

"You don't mean?" Vincentia asked, not believing it.

Bernard nods sadly at his love.

"Now now," Curtis answers sternly, before running off.

Bernard and Vincentia looked at each other before chasing after Curtis. They caught up with the boss and the number two elf. While Santa is helping out with a toy car, Bernard holds Vincentia behind a little.

"Where's Elektra?" Bernard asked.

"She's in the main kitchen currently working on a little request that I ask for," Vincentia smiles. "Elektra is actually really great at cooking and baking."

"That's our daughter," Bernard chuckles.

"Yes she is.
They give each other a kiss before continuing on their way towards Santa, who is working the toy car. It works! When that is done, the head elves' perfect daughter Elektra comes up to the boss. Vincentia nudges Bernard's arm a little, mentioning about her request.

"Do you want a cookie, Santa?" Elektra asks, sweetly.

"Do I want a cookie? Yes. What's fresh?"

Vincentia winks to her daughter with a smile. With a smile, Elektra gives the big boss a sugar cookie which he accepts by saying its sweet like her. Bernard actually smiles at this, probably close to have a tear in his eye. He loves children and hearing that from his boss has made his day.

Elektra walks over to her mommy and asks, "Are you still doing my lesson later?"

"Of course, we'll do it before we go home for the night," the mother smiles.

The daughter smiles at this, hugging both her mommy and daddy before heading back to the kitchen to finish today's work. Just like Edgar, they chosen two elves as well. Elektra and Abby, Santa's new assistant since Judy is settling down with Robert, the boy in wrapping.

"Hey Joey," Santa calls for an elf on the balcony. "How's that static free tinsel coming?"

"Hey guys," Joey says over his shoulder. "Santa wants to see the new tinsel."

Before anyone knows it, Bernard, Santa, and Vicentia are in a pile of tinsel. Curtis is the only one who didn't got the tinsel. The elves on the balcony are laughing at this.

"You know I could go up there and take of this the ugly way," Santa said to them "or we go outside and play some tinsel football."

The elves cheers and heads outside. Vincentia remembers playing tinsel football when she was younger. The head elves will always play it whenever we get the chance, of course the female head elf always win since she can be competitive at it.

Bernard and Vincentia throws the piles of tinsel off themselves before turning to Curtis.

"Curtis, you need to tell him right now!" they both exclaimed.

"I don't know. He's so happy right now," Curtis says calmly. "Why do I have to be the one to tell him?" he then asks seriously.

"Because we're the head elves," Bernard goes first.

"We don't give bad news," Vincentia adds.

"It's one of the perks of our seniority," they finish together. "Now tell him."

Bernard grabs Curtis by the shoulder and drags him outside. Vincentia follows them, finding Elektra watching the game. She's is blushing at a sight of one of the elves. The mother notices this and smiles a little.

"Seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying," the elf with the ball yells.

"Five golden rings!" the elves, who are watching, yells.

"Hike!"

The game begins and all too soon Santa had gotten defeated. He lands, sitting down in front of the head elves, with their daughter, and the number two elf.

"No matter how many times they run that play I never see it coming," Santa says, still on the ground.

"Santa, we need to talk," Bernard says, seriously.

Vincentia helps her boss up when Elektra heads back to the main kitchen. The small group heads towards Santa's room. Curtis disappears and the head elves didn't care about it as long it's about the main thing. Bernard is getting Santa's jacket when Vincentia helps out his pants.

"These fit yesterday didn't they Vincentia?" Santa asks, when he notices the amought of weight lost.

"Uhh yes sir they did."

Abby comes walking in.

"Now's not a good time Abby," Bernard says.

Judy has left to settle down with Robert. Both of them decides to make clothes for Bernard and Vincentia since it's hard for them to find clothes in their size at the North Pole. The young couple plans to get married next Christmas with some news that will be announced later on.

Santa walk over to his desk and the head elves stands side by side.

"I sent Ashley down to get some Brazilian cocoa beans," Abby mentions.

Vincentia's thin eyebrows rises up, getting the message. Bernard looks his girlfriend knowing this as well.

"What's the bad news?" Santa asks, catches it.

"What do you mean?" Abby tries to lie.

"Whenever you play the designer bean card, generally you have bad news." A look of sadness appears on her face as she pulls a rolled up piece of paper. "What you doing with the naughty and nice list?"

"Just don't shoot the messenger. It's Charlie."

Once she said that name, Vincentia grabs Bernard's hand tightly. He pulls her close to him.

"Sheen?" Santa asks. "I thought he straightened up."

"Not that Charlie."

Santa looks at the list, "My Charlie. My son Charlie? He's on the naughty list?"

Abby nods. The puppets screams and hide away in their curtains. Bernard and Vincentia looks at each other sadly.

"There's got to be a mistake," Santa says, in disbelief.

"We don't make mistakes. I'm sorry Santa, please excuse me." Abby then walks out the room with her head down. The female head elf wants to go over to her and hug her to cheer her up, but then Curtis walks in with the magnifying glasses.

"How could this happen, is this what you two and Curtis have been trying to tell me?" Santa asks.

"Great you told him!" Curtis exclaimed with a smile. "Let's get you dressed for that meeting."

"I can't have the meeting here. I really can't. I have to go see Charlie."

Bernard ties the sash of our boss's jacket while saying annoyed, "Number two you have to tell him right now."

"Tell me what?" Santa asks confused. "Guys come on, come clean."

"Santa, there's a clause," Curtis is trying to explain.

"Yea, and that would be me."

"No, I mean there's another Santa Clause."

"Curtis, in case you haven't notice, this time of year, the malls are filled with other 'Santa Claus's'."

"Yes, but there's another Santa Clause, there was a first clause but there is also a second clause."

"Get on with it!" the puppets yells.

"When the last Santa Claus fell off of your roof and you put on his coat you found this."

Number two elf brings out the card and places it in a slot at the end of the magnifying glasses.

"Right, he who wears the coat takes on the responsibility of Santa Claus, something like that, and the rest would be history right," Santa understood his part of his job.

"But it seems, our number two elf," Vincentia says, looking down at him.

"The keeper of the Handbook," Bernard says, mirroring her action.

"For the single most important detail in the history of Christmas!" they shout.

"Wow, one mistake in nine hundred years."

Bernard huffs and turns to Santa, "Look." He lifting up the first glass.

"I can't see that," Santa said.

"Better now?" Vincentia asks, lifting one up.

"Um."

"Or now?" Bernard asks.

"Well."

"Better now?" Vincentia asks.

"It's getting there."

"Or now?" Bernard asks.

"I can't see anything," Santa finally said, looking at his head elves.

Vincentia is getting really annoyed with this. So she lifts up the largest glass and glares at her boyfriend with arms crossed over her chest. Bernard looks scared and puts his hands up in fear.

"I see, good, good, good. Okay." Curtis came one of Santa as Bernard and Vincentia looks over to read the writing of the card. "The cardholder acknowledges, woman of his choosing, true love, valid in the state of Utah…..Matrimony?! I got to get married!"

"Yes," Bernard and Vincentia says together, looking at each other. "It's the Mrs. Clause."

The puppets sings the wedding march while dancing.

Santa looks at them first before turning back to the elves, putting on his belt, "What if I don't want to get married?" Once the belt on him is right on his waist, the belt is way too big.

"Oh dear," Curtis says seeing this, then yells, "The de-Santafication process has begun!"

"The de-Santafication?" Santa asks slowly, while looking at his elves. "Are you telling that in the clause, it says that if I don't get married, I don't get to be Santa anymore?" Bernard shifts his feet as Vincentia looks away in sadness. Santa then sighs, "Wh-wha-what about the kids? What-what about the elves?" He sits down in his chair. "What about the you guys?" he asks, looking at his best elves.

"It's not completely hopeless, sir," Vincentia spoke.

"You still have time to find a wife," Bernard adds.

"Well how much time do I have, Curtis?" Santa asks number two elf.

"Twenty-eight days," he answers.

"Twenty-eight days," he fakes a happy face. "So I have to find a wife by Christmas."

"Actually Christmas Eve."

"I guess it's over," Santa sighs.

"No! You can't think that way!" Curtis insists. "Please don't give up. Cause if you do….then we have to."

Bernard and Vincentia hugs each other with the thought of not having a Santa Claus here at the North Pole floating over them. Then they watch in horror when their boss's beard is shrinking. The puppets sees this, screaming.

"Whoa," Curtis manages to say for the three of us.

"Christmas is getting very complicated," Santa speaks in sadness.

Vincentia looks at her boyfriend then Curtis. Her head motions them to leave. The boys agrees and left. The number two elf puts back the glasses away from Santa's room.

The head elves, still hugging each other, heads towards Vincentia's kitchen. The thought of not having Santa is like their mentor disappearing all over again.

Bernard trembles a little in anger before slamming his hand on the small table, "Why must Curtis be like this?! If I was him, I would have told Santa sooner so he has the perfect amount of time to find a wife!"

"Sweetheart, please," Vincentia places her slender fingers on his face and placing her thin lips on his. The single kiss has turn into little more steamer. Her arms are around his neck as his arms are around her waist. Their tongues dance together. Vincentia places her fingers in his dark curls as Bernard has his in her silky dark hair. Slowly they pull apart, but still having their foreheads touching, looking deep within each other's eyes. "Sweetheart, please calm down for me," her voice becomes soft and smooth like a Christmas angel. His Christmas angel.

"I'm sorry darling," he says softly. "I will do my hardest to be calm for you, my beautiful Christmas angel."

"I will do the same, my handsome Christmas cheer hehe," she giggles a little, making Bernard smile at her.

She is his Christmas angel and he is her Christmas cheer. Just perfect for them.