Lucy went back to bed and placed her tooth under her pillow. In the meantime, as the little girl fell asleep, Ella, Scott, and Curtis waited outside listening for sounds of Tooth Fairy's arrival as Ella pressed her ear against the door.

"Do you hear anything yet, Ella?" Curtis asked.

"No, not yet," Ella whispered. Then, she heard the window open. "Wait! I think I heard something!" She turned to Scott and said, "Dad, you're on."

Scott quietly opened the door and just as Tooth Fairy reached for Lucy's tooth, Scott managed to grab one of his wings.

"Bicuspids!" He exclaimed. "I…"

"Shhh," Scott shushed. "This way. Come on. Curtis, get the door."

"It's a Tooth Fairy ambush," Tooth Fairy exclaimed once more as he was led out into the hallway. "What do you people want? I only carry 20 dollars in change."

"Tooth Fairy, it's me, Santa," Scott replied. "I've lost the weight and the beard, but it's me."

Tooth Fairy looked at Scott suspiciously. "I know Santa. Santa is a friend. And you, sir, are no Santa."

"I am too," Scott insisted. "How did I know I could capture you by holdin' on to a wing?" He also tried to convince him by recalling Tooth Fairy's name change at the meeting. "You wanted to change your name to Captain Floss or Plaque Man. Or, as I recall, Roy. And it was Santa's idea to call you the Molarnator."

Tooth Fairy looked at Curtis and Ella. "Who are the kids?"

"This is Curtis. He's one of my elves," Scott answered. "This is Ella, my daughter."

Tooth Fairy tugged at Curtis's ears just as Ella began to giggle at the sight, revealing her smile. Tooth Fairy then looked at Ella and something instantly clicked into his mind. He knew that Santa's daughter has a beautiful smile and always took care of her teeth.

"Santa!" He cried out, finally convinced. "The Molarnator at your service!"

Ella went downstairs to find something for her dad and Curtis to hold while the Tooth Fairy flew them back to the Pole. After finding extra strings of Christmas lights, Ella helped tie her father and Curtis onto Tooth Fairy.

"Good luck, Daddy," Ella said as she hugged Scott tight. "Be careful getting back."

"We will, Ella Bella," Scott promised and off the three flew back to the Pole.


The next morning, it was Christmas Eve. Breakfast was even more quiet at the Miller house since Scott left during the night. When Lucy asked where her uncle was, Neil and Laura told her that he unexpectedly had to go back to work. Lucy protested saying that it was unfair and it was Christmas Eve and that he should be with his family. Ella reassured her sister saying that they all want him to be home for Christmas, but sometimes things happen at the very last minute and as soon as her dad gets back, they'll celebrate Christmas.

After breakfast, Ella went upstairs to get dressed. As she dressed into a red and white turtleneck and blue jeans, on her dresser, she caught a glimpse of a framed photo of her and Charlie with their father from when they were little before he was Santa.

"I hope Dad is doing okay," Ella whispered to herself as she touched the photo lightly. Then, she decided she must talk to her brother and convince him to help. She was just about to leave her room when she saw Charlie outside after opening the door.

"Hey, sis," Charlie said.

"Hey," Ella replied. "We really need to talk."

The siblings walked over and sat down on Ella's bed. Ella spoke first, "Charlie, you have become very distant and rebellious towards us. It's not like you at all and you've never been like that. When we were little and you'd have a problem, you would always let me be the first to know and then we would talk to Mom, Neil, and Dad about it. Don't you also remember the time that we used to stick up for our dad when our classmates started spreading rumors about him about the first Christmas, when everyone thought he kidnapped us? Then, after the rumors stopped, you didn't mind that he wasn't always around. No matter what anyone says, he is OUR Dad, Charlie."

Charlie sighed. "I don't know what's gotten into me and you're right. I should've come and talk to you and be more helpful with Dad finding his Mrs. Claus. I was just so mad and embarrassed when I found out that he was dating Principal Newman. I regretted what I said when we had our fight. How can I fix things between us now?"

Ella smiled and took her brother's hand. "Go get your snowglobe. I know what to do."

It didn't take too long for the Calvin siblings to find Carol. She was brushing a fresh powder of snow off her car when they walked up.

"Principal Newman?" Charlie called.

Carol looked up at the siblings, then back to her car. "What is it, Charlie?"

"You keep asking me if there's something bothering me," Charlie continued. "Well, there is. I...I couldn't talk about it before, but...I want to talk about it now."

Carol put down her brush and waited for an explanation. "Okay. Go ahead."

Charlie took a deep breath and said, "Our dad is Santa."

"Oh, please. Not you, too."

"Hold on, Carol," Ella interrupted. "If you have no feelings for our dad, then fine. But if the only reason for not being with him is that you don't believe in him, then you're making a big mistake."

Carol shook her head in disbelief.

"Here. I want you to take this." Charlie reached into his backpack and pulled out his snowglobe. "Look into this and try to remember what it was like when you were little and you still believed in Christmas."

Carol took the snowglobe and thought about her past Christmases. To her amazement, snow started to swirl around and shimmering icy blue fireworks erupted inside until she could see the image of the North Pole.

"Seeing isn't believing," the Calvin siblings said in unison as they remembered their first trip to the Pole. "Believing is seeing."

Carol began to laugh. She is now starting to believe again.

"So, where is your dad now?" Carol asked.

"You haven't seen anything yet!" The kids answered.