The Mews had been kind enough to teach Ash how to use his newfound powers that fateful day, and, along with Meowth, had become inseparable. Ash was able to transform into any Pokémon, and use his powers skillfully. The information about his powers and the Mew form he could take was restricted to only the small group, and even Mrs. Ketchum wasn't told about it, although it was likely she had her suspicions.
The cats often visited Ash and Misty, who had married at eighteen (Ash had received the title of Pokémon League Champion two years before), Jessie and James, also married and with two rambunctious kids, Brock and Professor Ivy, who had somehow gotten back together permanently with the help of the mischievous Mews and Meowth, and Mrs. Ketchum and Giovanni, the latter of which who had returned home after setting Team Rocket's affairs straight.
Sighing, Ash leaned back against the couch, his twenty-seven year old wife in his arms, as he stared across at the Christmas tree. The pitter patter of little, excited feet assaulted his ears, and a toddler that looked like Misty in miniature, a taller boy with dark hair and crystal blue eyes, and a small black, brown-eyed Mew stumbled around the corner, all in chase of a laughing Pikachu. Vulpix finally showed her face around the corner, panting heavily, and Psyduck waddled out. "Psy?"
"A.J.," Ash said warningly, "I thought I told you not to transform unless I told you to."
"But Dad--" the Mew whined.
"A.J. is in twouble!" the toddler giggled.
"Shuddup, Riviera!" the boy materialized, and stuck out his tongue. He was the eldest child, and looked like a very small Ash, and was even wearing a very familiar hat.
"Be nice, the both of you," Misty reprimanded them.
The blue-eyed boy wrapped his arms around the Electric Pokémon's stomach with a grin. "Got you!"
"Pi." Pikachu silently berated himself for not paying attention, but grinned even as he did so. [That you did, Pi-pika,] he told Jace.
"It's only to be expected that they're excited on the night of Christmas Eve," Ash whispered in Misty's ear.
She tilted her head back and kissed his chin. "I know--"
There was a sudden knock at the door, and the two adults stood up, eyes twinkling. "I wonder who that could be?" Ash inquired, the children forgetting about the yellow mouse and hopping over to the door with a chorus of excited questions.
"Open!" the youngest demanded, putting her thumb in her mouth.
Ash did so, and a short, bearded figure with a red sack stood in the doorframe.
"Letz me in! Itz freezin' out dere!" Santa Claws demanded, changing his tune after he saw the kids. "Ho ho, little ones! How've you guys been dis year?"
Meowth was bombarded with jubilant replies from the three children, and after coming inside he sifted through his bag. "Let's see whatz I gots for you..."
"Aha!" he handed one to the littlest, who eagerly ripped off the ribbon and paper.
Riviera squealed, "Clefairy doll!" and immediately set on tearing open the toy's case to the best of her stubby fingers' ability, and first placed the tiara on the Pokémon doll's head.
Jace got his next, opening it quietly, but his eyes widened when he saw what he had received. "A Make-Your-Own-Pokémon Kit!"
Jace Ketchum took after Tracey Sketchit in that he loved to draw, and the kit had been one he had been longing for. It contained blank paper, markers, pens, pencils, crayons, bits and pieces of different Pokémon that you could mix and match, step-by-step drawing instructions for real and made-up Pokémon that they gave as examples, stencils, and much more. Immediately he set to drawing a picture of a beautiful snowy bird, his skill surprising for his age.
A.J. had waited patiently for his turn, and could have sworn that when Meowth, A.K.A. Saint Nick, handed him his present he heard a noise.
He opened the box, and was surprised when something jumped out and latched onto his neck.
"Pi!" the little yellow ball of fur squeaked.
"A Pokémon!" A.J. squealed, eyes bright. "I got a Pokémon!"
"Pi?" it tilted its head.
"That's a Pichu," Ash informed his son, exchanging a grin with his wife. "My first true Pokémon was an Electric-Type, and I thought yours should be the same.
"Aww, it's so cute..." A.J. patted it on the head a little harder than he should have.
Evidentally the Pokémon didn't like that, and let the boy know with a quick electric jolt.
Although A.J. didn't think it was so humorous from his sudden position on the floor, the Pokémon Master laughed. "I think that means she likes you."
"Pich," the baby Pokémon scowled in disagreement.
Everybody joined in on the laughter that time, and Ash spoke once more, "Hopefully you'll train it up to be a Pikachu by the time you start your Pokémon journey."
Pikachu went up to her, and sniffed her nose. She zapped him, and, lying on the ground, the dazed Pikachu had to agree that with that kind of power she was likely to do so.
Author's Note: Heh, bet you didn't expect the epilogue to be years into the future! :D
Well, the sequel shall be posted soon enough under the name, The Unexpected. A link shall eventually appear at the top of my profile which shall address how the sequel will be handled (in other words, the voting process).