It was once again Christmas Eve in the Inkwell Isles, and at the farm, the Hopewell family along with the Smiths and Gwen's parents spend Christmas together. Ember is playing with Priscilla, Timothy and Joy along with her older cousins Emma and Jack. Ember shows off her powers to her siblings and cousins, proving she has full control of them thanks to her training with her birth father. Ember even brought along her demon kitten Umbra and her flying broomstick and all played together.
After having dinner together as a family, Ember prepares to go back to Hell to spend Christmas with her father. She hugged her family goodbye and promises to be back the next day for Christmas festivities. She collects her kitten Umbra and her flying broomstick and teleport back to Hell.
Ember appeared in her room with Umbra and her broomstick. She magically unloads her toys and plays with them with Umbra and the broomstick.
"I told you both you'd love my human family. My grandma and grandpa, Cousin Emma, Cousin Jack, Aunt Rose and Uncle William." Ember said, playing with her new doll with pointy ears like hers.
"Meow." Umbra mewed in agreement as she was playing with a mouse toy.
The broomstick flew around her room in joy, making Ember giggle.
Just then, a knock was heard at the door. Henchman enters her room.
"Oh, good. You're home. Come on, your father's waiting for you in the conference room." Henchman said.
"Okay Henchman." Ember said as she put her toys down.
Ember goes with Henchman with Umbra and the broomstick tagging along. Inside the conference room, Ember takes her seat next to her father's large seat.
"Wait, where's father?" Ember asked.
"I dunno Ember. He was out in the city earlier." Henchman answered.
"Let me guess, tormenting souls again?" Ember guessed.
"Without a doubt." Henchman agreed.
"Ahem! We need to bring up that someone is not doing their share of cleaning up after themselves. My work area is always clean, yet someone messes it up when I come back to work." Stickler said.
"Yeah! Me too! Same here!" Some of the imps agreed.
"Don't look at me, I do my share of cleaning. Even Umbra's been pretty good about not scratching or destroying property." Ember said.
"Mew!" Umbra meowed in agreement.
"No one's looking at you or your kitten Ember. We just need to bring it up to your father." Henchman said.
Just then, a door slammed open, getting everyone's attention. Ember lightly gasped as she noticed her father walking in.
"Alright everyone, listen up!" The Devil called as he walked up to his chair.
The Devil briefly wrapped his arm around Ember, giving her a quick hug and a kiss.
"Anyway, I'm going to do something I haven't done in many years. I'm going to try to once again… get on Santa's nice list." The Devil announced.
Everyone's eyes popped and all muttered awkwardly. Ember is confused on why her father wants to get on the nice list again since she was aware he did something like that once.
"I thought you said he learned his lesson." One imp whispered to Henchman.
The Devil heard that and blasted that imp with his pitchfork, to Ember's shock.
"Henchman?" The Devil asked.
Henchman fearfully turned around.
"I thought you said nobody would find out about that?" The Devil asked.
"Uh… they found out about it a while ago. And they think you need to stop that." Henchman nervously confessed.
"What? I learned my lesson years ago!" The Devil argued.
"But boss, don't you remember what happened last time?" Henchman reminded his boss.
"Of course, I do! There's something new I want that I want this year!" The Devil revealed.
"But boss, how are you gonna convince Santa you've be good this year when you're still evil?" Henchman asked.
"I'm going there right now! I have a trick up my sleeve this time." The Devil said as he walked away from the table.
Ember gasped and asked,
"Father, can I come too?"
"No, Ember. You stay here. I'll be back in a while."
The Devil lifted his pitchfork and disappeared. Ember looked disappointed. Henchman noticed and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Aw, don't worry Ember. He'll be back to spend Christmas with you. It'll be his first Christmas with you since you came into our lives." Henchman assured her.
"I know, but why is everything always about him? I thought he wanted to be my father." Ember asked.
"Of course, he wants to be your father Ember. I told you he's always like that. He thinks it's all about him just because he's King of the Underworld. He's the definition of evil." Henchman explained.
"Mama said that about him too." Ember said.
"Don't worry about it." Henchman said.
"Okay." Ember said.
Ember goes back to her room with Umbra and her broomstick tagging along to play with her toys.
Meanwhile at the North Pole, things were not going so well for the Devil. Santa once again shows him that he is once again on the naughty list.
"What?! But I've been trying to be good! Does that count for nothing?!" The Devil whined.
"I told you; you've still been a very bad boy. I thought you learned something years ago." Santa pointed out.
"I'm checking that nice list again!" The Devil angrily said and swiped the nice list from Santa.
He scrolls through the list until he sees something that shocks him. He finds his own daughter Ember's name on the nice list.
"What?! My daughter's name is on the nice list?!" The Devil asked shockingly.
"Why yes she is. She maybe your daughter, but she's still been a very good girl. She has her mother to thank for that." Santa said.
The Devil grumbled and sadly slumped into Santa's chair. Santa thought for a moment and had another idea. He approaches the Devil and said,
"Okay tell you what, if you can really be a good boy this time, I'll put you on the nice list once again. Have your daughter help you out. She really wants to spend time with you."
The Devil's eyes popped.
"You have a deal, Santa! I'll show you! I'm gonna go get my little girl!" The Devil happily said and disappeared.
Back in Ember's room, Ember played with her toys with Umbra and her broomstick. Suddenly, the Devil appeared in her room, startling her.
"Oh, hello father. How'd it go?" Ember nervously asked.
"Um, not very well. But, he promised he'll put me on the nice list if I can be nice for the rest of the day. So, I was wondering if maybe… you could… I dunno… help me?" The Devil hesitantly asked.
"You want my help? But what can I do father?" Ember asked, confused.
"Well, you know more about being nice than me. So, maybe you could teach your old man?" The Devil nervously answered.
"Well, okay. But only if you really mean it." Ember wanted her father to promise.
"I promise dear." The Devil promised.
"Okay then." Ember said as she gets up.
"Grab your coat and boots darling. We're going out." The Devil said.
Ember grabs her coat and boots and slips them on. The Devil wrapped his arm around Ember, lifted his pitchfork and both disappeared into Inkwell City.
"Alright honey, let's do this. Show me how to be nice." The Devil said, waiting to get started.
"Spare some change for the less fortunate?" An old lady mouse asked behind them, rattling a cup.
"Ew!" The Devil said in disgust and was about to blow the old lady up until Ember stopped him.
"What are you doing?! No!" Ember protested.
"What do I do then?" The Devil asked.
"Watch and learn." Ember said.
Ember reaches into her pocket and grabs some loose change. She places it into the old lady's cup.
"Thank you, dear child. You're just as kind as your dear mother." The old lady complimented.
"Thank you ma'am. Merry Christmas." Ember politely said.
The Devil stood there with his mouth hung open.
"How did you do that?" The Devil asked.
"Mama showed me one Christmas." Ember answered.
The Devil gives her an unamused look.
"Now, you do it. And no blowing her up!" Ember scolded.
"Ugh! Fine!" The Devil impatiently said.
The Devil reached into his pocket and pulled out some loose change and hesitantly reached to drop them in the old lady's can.
"You can do it." Ember said.
The Devil nervously dropped the coins into the old lady's cup.
"Why thank you mister. Merry Christmas." The old lady said.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." The Devil grumbled.
"There you go. You're off to a good start." Ember complimented.
"Really? What else do we need to do?" The Devil asked.
"Oh, there's lots of nice things we can do. Come on, I'll show you." Ember said.
They both walk around town looking for nice deeds to do. They find a lost wallet on the sidewalk. The Devil attempts to steal the money out of the wallet until Ember warned him not to do that. Instead, she has her father return the lost wallet to an anthropomorphic bee, to the Devil's disgust.
Later, Ember has her father help an old man cross the street, singing Christmas carols with a group of carolers, complimenting people on how nice they look while giving a fake smile. The Devil is losing patience with being nice. Ember feels happy that she is trying to teach her father how to be nice and thinks maybe her first Christmas with him won't be so bad after all.
For another good deed, Ember decided to have the Devil help a short anthropomorphic turtle carrying a big heavy box. But suddenly the turtle accidentally drops the box on the Devil's foot.
"YEEOUCH!" The Devil cried in pain as he grabbed his foot and hopped.
"What's in that package?!" The Devil angrily asked.
"Oh, my heavy weight collection." The turtle answered.
The Devil growled furiously and aimed his pitchfork at the package.
"Father no!" Ember protested.
But the Devil ignored his daughter and blasted the package and the old man to smithereens. The Devil sighed of relief. Ember gives her father a frustrated look.
"Mama was right! You are the definition of evil! You couldn't stop being a jerk, even for me!" Ember yelled angrily.
Ember angrily leaves and disappeared back to Hell, leaving the Devil all alone.
Ember reappeared back into her room and laid in her bed, feeling frustrated. Umbra jumped up on her bed and snuggled against her head and purred.
"Thanks Umbra. But father's being too difficult! He can't do anything nice for someone! Even for me!" Ember groaned.
"Meow." Umbra meowed and licked Ember's face.
"I don't know if this'll be a good Christmas with him." Ember expressed her doubts.
Umbra purred and fell asleep on her shoulder. Ember decided to take a nap, hoping it'll make her feel better.
One hour later, Ember wakes up and decided to go find her father to see if he returned. Ember leaves her room and walks down the hallway. Just then, she heard her father groaning in pain in the throne room.
Ember quickly runs to the throne room after her father stopped groaning. She arrives in the throne room and looks around for her father, but he was nowhere to be found.
Just then, Ember gets a quick glimpse of someone hiding behind her father's throne. She looked under the throne, noticing someone big, wearing red and black boots.
She decided to sneak up on the intruder by shapeshifting into a spider and crawled in the shadows up to behind the throne. Ember quietly shapeshifted back to her normal form and realized someone dressed like Santa Claus was hiding behind her father's throne, to her excitement. Ember quietly snuck up from behind and finally jumped on Santa's back, hugging his head.
"Surprise Santa!" Ember yelled excitedly.
"Ah! Ember! I thought I told you not to sneak up on me like that!" The Santa said, sounding like her father as he stood up trying to reach for Ember.
"Wow, you sound just like my father Santa. He yells like that when he's really angry." Ember complimented.
He finally got a grip on Ember, lifted her off his back and placed her down in front of him as she giggled.
"EMBER!" He yelled loudly.
Ember stopped giggling, took one look at Santa and realizes it was her father in a Santa-like appearance. Ember's eyes widened and gasped at her father's new appearance.
"Father? Is that…" Ember was about to ask until he covers her mouth.
"SHH!" The Devil shushed her, lifted her up as she struggled to speak.
He carries her behind his throne. Ember is shocked that her father looked much different.
The Devil uncovers her mouth and got a good grip on his daughter.
"Father? What happened to you? You're… um… different." Ember asked while trying to be polite.
"Santa did this to me again! He warned me of the price to pay to get on the nice list!" The Devil yelled frustratingly.
"Father, why are you so desperate to get on the nice list?" Ember asked, now curious.
"I wanted that nice big fancy jukebox I saw in town earlier today. You know, play my favorite music to whenever I wanted and dance to?" The Devil answered.
"Father, you know you can just make one appear with your pitchfork right?" Ember reminded him.
"Ember, getting a present isn't the same unless someone gives it to you." The Devil explained.
"Oh, I see." Ember said, now understanding.
"Ember? What's going on over…" Henchman said as he was approaching behind the throne.
Henchman took one look at his boss and gasped at the sight of him in his Santa-form once again.
"Boss? It happened again?" Henchman asked in shock.
"Yes you idiot!" The Devil yelled.
"Father!" Ember scolded.
"But boss, I thought you learned your lesson years ago. Why are you doing this again?" Henchman asked.
"He wants that fancy new jukebox that just came out." Ember answered.
"Ember!" The Devil scolded.
"What? He had a right to know." Ember argued.
"But boss, remember when you wanted that choo-choo?" Henchman reminded him.
"I know Henchman, but I want something new this year." The Devil said as he placed Ember down.
"Henchman, we need to get back to the North Pole and undo this!" The Devil said.
"Father, can I come this time? Please, please, please?" Ember asked excitedly as she leapt up on her father's shoulders.
"Aw, come on boss. She wants to see the North Pole and meet Santa." Henchman said to his boss.
"Ugh, fine." The Devil reluctantly agrees.
Ember smiled and hugged her father's head.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you father!" Ember said excitedly.
"Ember! Best behavior young lady!" The Devil scolded.
"Deal." Ember said.
The Devil grabbed his pitchfork, tapped it and the trio disappeared.
They appear in Santa's workshop as the little elves were loading Santa's sleigh with all the presents for the children while singing their song. They stop and stare at the Devil in his Santa-form with Henchman at his side and Ember up on his shoulders.
"Santa!" All the elves happily exclaimed.
All the elves gather around the Devil, attempting to hug him.
"Ew! No! Stay away!" The Devil protested as he tried to use his pitchfork to keep the elves away.
"Aw, they like you father." Ember said.
"These idiots don't realize I'm not really Santa!" The Devil said.
"EHM! Excuse me!" A familiar nasally voice called.
An elf that resembled a lot like Stickler appeared with a book, to Ember's shock.
"Stickler? Is that you?" Ember asked.
"Darling, Santa has a Stickler-elf." The Devil corrected her.
"I need to remind you that you are Santa according to the bylaws of paragraphs 3 through 7, subsection 17C." Stickler-elf said as he held up the book.
"So, how does this work exactly?" Ember asked.
"Your father must deliver presents to all the children on the nice list." Stickler-elf answered.
"What? He can't even do one nice thing on his own." Ember argued.
"Ember!" The Devil scolded.
"He has done this only one other time before you were born. For if he fails, he'll stay Santa Claus for all eternity." Stickler-elf pointed out.
"Oh, wow. That sounds like torture." Ember said.
"You have no idea darling." The Devil agreed.
"Plus, there are rules I need to review with your father." Stickler-elf added.
Everyone gathers to a podium, which Stickler-elf stands up on and reviews all the rules.
Rule 1: You must recite the reindeer role call
Rule 2: Santa must remain jolly at all times. Must not ever, ever, ever lose his temper.
Rule 3: Every kid on the nice list must receive their present.
Rule 4: All milk and cookies left out for Santa must be consumed.
Rule 5: You must deliver all presents by midnight.
Ember snickered and said,
"Yeah right! He can't go for 3 seconds without losing his temper."
"Ember!" The Devil scolded.
"I rest my case." Ember said.
"I swear you sound just like your mother!" The Devil said frustratingly.
"Be that as it may, he needs to accomplish the mission if he wants to get on the nice list." Stickler-elf said.
"Ooh! What can I do to help?" Ember asked, eager to help.
"You will remain here while your father and his righthand handle the mission. He has to do this for himself." Stickler-elf said.
"What? But I wanna help!" Ember protested.
"You heard him young lady. We'll be back by midnight." The Devil said as he lifted Ember off his shoulders and placed her down.
Stickler-elf leads the Devil outside to the sleigh and the reindeer, all ready for takeoff as the elves cheer for him. The Devil gets on the sleigh and fearfully grabs Henchman.
"I can't believe this is all happening again! Now, I'll never get that jukebox because I once again couldn't stay nice all day!" The Devil franticly said.
"Don't worry boss. You can do this." Henchman assured him.
"Okay, then. Fly away!" The Devil called out to the reindeer, but they do nothing.
Ember quietly snickered.
"Boss, you gotta do the role call, remember?" Henchman reminded him.
"Oh yeah. On Moron, on Curly, on Smelly and Cheesy!" The Devil called out again, but nothing happens.
"Were those names right?" The Devil asked.
Henchman shook his head.
"UGH! YOU ALL HAVE STUPID NAMES!" The Devil shouted while blowing fire.
This scares the reindeer and all loosen themselves off the reins and fly away fearfully. Ember snickered at her father once again as he started sobbing.
"Not off to a great start." Ember said to herself.
"Agreed." Stickler-elf agreed.
Just then, the Devil forces Henchman to get into the reins and pulls the sleigh up into the sky, to Ember's shock.
"Oh, so that's how he did it?" Ember asked.
"Yes, now come along. We'll show you around the workshop." Stickler-elf said as he took Ember's hand and led her back inside with the other elves.
Stickler-elf takes Ember inside and show her around the workshop. They show her how all toys are made and treat Ember with a plate of cookies and a mug of hot chocolate. After eating the cookies and drinking the hot chocolate, Ember started to get bored.
Ember gets an idea and magically summons her flying broomstick. She quietly sneaks off and flies away after her father. Ember manages to fly into Inkwell City and spots her father and Henchman on top of a house. Ember hides behind another rooftop and watches the Devil use his pitchfork to enter the house, leave presents under the tree and eat all the cookies and milk.
Afterwards, the Devil and Henchman continue doing the same thing to every house in the Inkwell Isles while Ember secretly tagged along. Ember held in her laughter every time her father got electrocuted by Christmas lights, beaten up by angry dogs, eating cookies and milk.
Later, the Devil and Henchman complete the second to the last house. The Devil is feeling overwhelmed and stuffed from eating all the cookies and milk.
"You're doing great boss! You're almost done!" Henchman assured his boss as he was flying the sleigh in the sky.
"Ugh! Finally! I'm gonna promise myself to never do this again… EVER!" The Devil said frustratingly.
Ember who was following them from above the clouds overhears them.
"I highly doubt that." Ember said to herself until she felt a sneeze coming on.
Both the Devil and Henchman continue flying until suddenly they heard someone sneeze.
"ACHOO!"
"Gesundheit." Both the Devil and Henchman said.
"I didn't sneeze you imbecile!" The Devil scolded.
"But boss, I didn't sneeze either!" Henchman said defensively.
"Well, if it wasn't you, it wasn't me then…" The Devil said until he realizes something.
"Uh oh…" Henchman said worryingly.
The Devil pulled the reins, stopping the sleigh looked up at the clouds.
"EMBER!" The Devil yelled.
Ember's heart started beating and quickly hid behind a large cloud.
"I know you're up there young lady! Come down here right now or you're grounded!" The Devil warned.
Ember sighed and floated out of the clouds down to the sleigh on the broomstick.
"Hi, father." Ember said, feeling ashamed as she blew her nose into a tissue.
"Ember! I thought I told you to stay at the workshop!" The Devil scolded.
"I did, but I got bored. So, I followed you out here and watched you deliver presents. That's all. I haven't done anything!" Ember assured him.
"Ugh! Get in! We'll discuss this later!" The Devil said and pointed towards the back of the sleigh.
Ember landed on Santa's sack with her broomstick. Then, the Devil gestured Henchman to keep flying.
"Now, then. How many more houses do we have left?" The Devil asked.
Henchman got out the nice list and took a look.
"One more house boss." Henchman answered.
Henchman's eyes popped, realizing who's house they were going to last.
"Oh good." The Devil said, feeling relieved.
Just then, he looked down and realized they were heading to Gwen and Clarence's farm.
"Ugh! You have gotta be…" The Devil yelled until Henchman interrupted.
"Uh, uh, uh! Jolly!"
The Devil calms himself down as Ember realized they were heading to her home.
They land on the rooftop and the Devil slumped, not wanting to go inside.
"Come on boss. You can do it." Henchman encouraged his boss.
Ember thought for a moment and gets an idea.
"Father, would it make you feel better if I come with you? I know the house." Ember asked.
The Devil lifted his head.
"Ugh, fine." The Devil reluctantly agrees.
Ember smiled and leapt on her father's shoulders. He grabs the sack and his pitchfork and gets out of the sleigh. He taps the pitchfork and disappeared inside the house. They appear in the living room where the Christmas tree was displayed. The Devil is surprised with how the Christmas tree looked.
"Oh, me and my sisters and brother pitched in and made the tree beautiful, even though it's not perfect." Ember explained as she hopped off her father's shoulders.
"Oh, I see." The Devil said, unimpressed.
He goes up to the tree and placed all the gifts for Ember's human family. The Devil reached in the sack to pull the last present and to his shock, he pulls out a portable jukebox.
"Oh! It's my jukebox!" The Devil said.
"Uh, father, did you read the tag?" Ember asked.
The Devil looked at the tag and realized it said Joy's name on it.
"What?!" The Devil exclaimed.
"But this is supposed to be my jukebox! Why does that little brat even want a jukebox?!" The Devil angrily asked.
"Don't talk about Joy that way! She's my little sister! She asked Santa for a jukebox too! She loves listening to music while she doodles and colors in her coloring books." Ember scolded.
"Oh really?" The Devil asked sarcastically as he stuffed the jukebox in his coat.
"What is your problem?! Why is everything always about you?! Can't you for once in your life think of other people except yourself?!" Ember angrily asked, blowing fire around her.
"No, because I'm the Devil! I'm the embodiment of evil!" The Devil scolded and blew fire around him.
Just then, he noticed his daughter blowing fire out of anger.
"Wait a minute! You have my fiery temper!" The Devil said happily.
Ember doused her flames, confused.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Ember asked.
"I thought for a while you were mostly like your mother but you actually have some of me inside of you." The Devil answered.
"Oh, yeah, uh…" Ember hesitantly said until the Devil lifted her up.
"I'm so proud of you, my darling." The Devil said as he lifted her up and hugged her.
Ember felt confused, but was happy to see her father happy for once and hugs him back.
Just then, a younger female voice said,
"Santa? Ember?"
Both the Devil and Ember's eyes popped. They turn around to see Joy in the living room.
"Ember! You brought Santa here!" Joy said happily as she ran up to the Devil and hugged his leg.
The Devil winced until Ember gives him a stern look to let Joy hug him.
"Uh, yes it is me. Ho, ho, ho?" The Devil nervously said and chuckled.
The Devil looked at Joy, noticing that she had short red hair and glasses just like her mother Gwen. He lifts Joy up in one arm and she hugs him, not knowing who he really was. Ember smiles at Joy, happy that she finally met Santa.
"Santa, I know I haven't been perfect at being nice this year…" Joy nervously admitted.
"Joy, what did mama say to you before?" Ember asked.
"That no one's perfect at being nice?" Joy answered.
"That's right. You still got on the nice list." Ember said and placed her hand on her shoulder.
Joy smiled and hugged her sister. The Devil watched both girls hug each other, trying to accept that both girls have different fathers, but they still love each other as sisters.
"Alright you two..." The Devil said until suddenly…
Joy gives the Devil a kiss on his cheek, making him lightly gasp. Ember smiled at Joy unknowingly kiss her father as Joy snuggled into his white beard.
"Is she like this with you, your brother and older sister?" The Devil whispered to Ember.
"Yep, she loves giving hugs and kisses to us. And loves doodling like mama." Ember whispered.
The Devil sighed and said,
"Okay fine."
The Devil grabbed the little jukebox from inside his coat and hesitantly gives it to Joy.
"Here." The Devil sadly said.
Joy happily gasped and took the jukebox from the Devil.
"Joy, what do we say to Santa?" Ember asked Joy.
"Thank you Santa! You're the best!" Joy said and snuggled into the Devil's beard again.
"Alright, alright little Joy. That's enough." The Devil said as he placed Joy down.
"We'll be going now." The Devil said as he carried Ember across the living room to grab his pitchfork.
"I'll see you and everyone tomorrow Joy." Ember whispered with a wink as Joy giggled.
"Hey Santa?" Joy asked.
The Devil turned around and looked at her.
"Yes Joy?" The Devil asked.
"Merry Christmas." Joy said with a smile.
The Devil sighed and said,
"Merry Christmas."
The Devil tapped his pitchfork and disappeared back on the rooftop of the house next to Henchman.
"How'd it go boss?" Henchman asked.
The Devil places Ember down and walked to the sleigh and facepalmed.
"Father, Joy is a wonderful little sister." Ember explained.
"Joy? Your little sister was just there?" Henchman asked.
"Yeah, she wanted to meet Santa and she gave father hugs and kisses. She really lives up to her name." Ember explained.
"I can't believe I did something nice for her." The Devil groaned.
Henchman's eyes popped and realized something.
"Wait a minute! Do you realize what that means?" Henchman asked.
The Devil gasped.
"The nice list!" The Devil exclaimed.
Henchman opens the nice list and both wait anxiously for his name to appear. Ember leapt on her father's shoulders and peeked down at the nice list. When nothing happens, the Devil felt disappointed. Just then, Ember noticed something glowing on the nice list and gasped.
"Father! Look!" Ember exclaimed.
The Devil and Henchman look again and notice the Devil's name being magically written on the nice list. Both the Devil and Henchman laugh happily, hold each other's hands and jump in joy, making Ember fall off but she landed on her feet.
"You did it boss!" Henchman happily exclaimed.
"You earned it father." Ember said with a smile.
The Devil lifted Ember up and spun her around happily until he got dizzy and fell on his back. Ember laughed and hugged her father as he wrapped his arms around her. He gets up on his feet with Ember still in his arms.
"Alright, let's get back to the North Pole. There's a jukebox with my name on it!" The Devil said happily.
Later, the trio arrive back at the workshop at the North Pole where Stickler-elf and the other elves waited for him. They all cheer and applaud him as they landed. The Devil gets out of the sleigh and took a bow.
"Thank you everyone!" The Devil said.
Ember gets out of the sleigh with her broom stick as Stickler-elf approached them.
"Masterfully done once again. Except your little girl snuck off." Stickler-elf said.
"Thank you Stickler-elf. I've forgiven my daughter since she helped me out with the last house." The Devil said.
Ember was shocked that her father had forgiven her for sneaking off and stood up for her.
Suddenly, a magical cloud surrounded the Devil to Ember's shock. The cloud covers the Devil until the cloud exploded, transforming the Devil back to his regular form. The Devil looked at himself and gasped happily.
"I'm back! I'm me again!" The Devil happily exclaimed.
He kissed his hands and hugged himself, much to Ember's annoyance but kept her cool since she knew he's narcissistic. To her surprise, the Devil once again lifts Ember up, spins her around and hugged her tightly. Ember smiled and hugged him back.
"Santa or not, you're still you father." Ember said.
"Thank you, dearest Ember. Maybe it's a good thing you have some of your mother in you." The Devil admitted.
Ember was touched by his compliment and had a few tears in her eyes.
"Are you crying?" The Devil asked, noticing.
"No, what do you mean?" Ember lied.
The Devil shook his head and wiped her tears with his thumbs. Henchman had a few tears watching his boss finally seeing eye to eye with his daughter.
Just then, the same magical cloud appeared in front of the elves and Santa Claus himself appeared. The Devil placed Ember down and she walked a few steps closer.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said aloud.
Ember gasped at the sight of the real Santa Claus himself.
"Father? Is that…?" Ember was about to ask until the Devil interrupted.
"The real Santa? Yes dear."
"Santa!" Henchman happily exclaimed.
"Very well done!" Santa said.
"Yes Santa. I delivered all the presents. I have my little girl to thank for the last part." The Devil bragged.
"It's a Christmas miracle! Your daughter is a miracle like her mother." Santa complimented.
"Coming from you Santa, means everything to me." Ember said, feeling happy.
"And now… I get my jukebox!" The Devil said.
"Actually, your present is much bigger than that little jukebox." Santa said.
The Devil gasped.
"Bigger? What is it?" The Devil asked, now getting excited.
"That bigger present is… the joy of giving." Santa revealed.
"Aw!" The elves exclaimed.
"Aw, how sweet!" Henchman happily said.
Ember's face dropped.
"What? You're not being fair! He was supposed to get that jukebox. Wasn't that part of the deal? You were just using him again for nothing?" Ember asked feeling ticked.
"You'll understand when you're older dear." Santa said.
"Oh. The joy of giving huh?" The Devil said calmly.
Ember quickly got out of the way along with her broomstick, knowing what was going to happen.
"That is so…" The Devil said until he started blasting fire around him.
"STUPID!" The Devil shouted in fury.
"You're all still a bunch of idiots! I'm gonna make a note to myself to never ever ever do this again… EVER!" The Devil yelled.
The Devil walked up to Ember, lifted her up and walked to the sleigh to grab his pitchfork.
"Ember! We're leaving!" The Devil angrily said.
"Bye Santa!" Henchman waved goodbye as he stood next to his boss.
Ember glared at Santa for angering her father once again.
The Devil tapped his pitchfork and they all disappeared back to Hell. Santa and Stickler-elf looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess she does have some of her father in her after all." Stickler-elf said.
Back in Hell, the Devil carries Ember to her bedroom. Ember felt bad for her father and said,
"I'm so sorry father. You really deserve that jukebox. You rightfully earned it."
The Devil placed Ember on her bed and looked at her as she flinched, fearing he was going to yell at her again.
"Ember, I'm not gonna yell at you. I was gonna say you're right. I did rightfully earn it. And you stood up to Santa for me. Nobody has ever done that for me before. Thank you, sweetheart." The Devil said, feeling empathetic.
Ember felt touched and held her father's hands and gave him a little smile.
"You know something? The best gift I've ever gotten wasn't that choo-choo. It was you." The Devil admitted.
Ember had tears in her eyes and quickly hugged her father.
"Merry Christmas, father." Ember said.
The Devil kissed Ember and tucked her into bed as Umbra leapt up on the bed next to her.
"Merry Christmas Ember." The Devil said.
The Devil petted Umbra as she purred next to Ember. The Devil leaves her room and goes to bed.
The next morning, the Devil wakes up feeling depressed. He walks past Stickler's work area and intentionally messes it up, thus confirming the Devil is responsible for messing his worker's work stations. He grabs his morning coffee and donut and sadly sits on his throne.
"Once again, I do everything right and yet I still don't get what I want." The Devil sadly said as he gulped his coffee and ate his donut in one bite.
Just then, he hears loud jazz music playing, making the Devil gasp. He notices a large jukebox in the walkway with flashing colorful lights.
"Oh, my goodness! Santa got me a jukebox after all!" The Devil said happily.
He gets up from his throne and runs up to it.
"It's bigger and better! It even has all my favorite records!" The Devil said.
The Devil tapped his pitchfork and made his white tuxedo and top hat appear and started dancing happily to the music.
It is revealed that Ember and Henchman hiding behind a rock. Ember used her magic to magically make the jukebox appear with her powers and made it better than ever.
"Wow, Ember. I didn't realize you have the pitchfork's powers inside you." Henchman complimented.
"Yeah, Henchman. I can teleport, shoot fire, shoot electricity and make things appear. But I like flying on my broomstick more than flying by myself. But I can still levitate if I want to." Ember explained.
"Well, you made your father so happy and proud of you." Henchman complimented.
"Thanks, Henchman." Ember said.
"You have both your mother and father in you. Your father's anger issues, his powers and your mother's heart and beauty. That's a good thing." Henchman said.
Ember smiled as her broomstick and Umbra snuggle against her.
"Oh, I think it's time for you to head over to your family's house." Henchman reminded her.
"Oh yeah! We're doing presents over there! I'll be back later. Tell father 'Merry Christmas' for me!" Ember said as she ran off with Umbra and her broomstick.
Ember teleports back to her parents' house and appeared in the living room. Everyone is there waiting for her.
"Ember!" Priscilla, Timothy and Joy called out.
They all gather around her and hug her.
"Merry Christmas Ember." Gwen said as she hugged her daughter and gave her a kiss.
"Merry Christmas Ember." Clarence said as he also gave her a kiss.
"Mama! Papa! Merry Christmas!" Ember happily said.
"Alright, now that everyone's here, shall we do the honors?" Gwen asked her children and husband.
"YES!" All four children excitedly yelled.
The family opens all their presents together. A while later, the Smiths and Gwen's parents arrive and join the children. Gwen cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention.
"Alright everyone, I have a big announcement to make." Gwen said.
"What is it mama?" Priscilla asked eagerly.
"Yeah mama! What is it?" Timothy asked too.
"I am… pregnant again!" Gwen announced.
Everyone gasped and cheered.
"Wow, a fifth kid on the way!" Clarence said happily and hugged his wife.
"What's the baby gonna be mama?" Joy asked.
"It's gonna be… a boy!" Gwen answered.
"Yay! I'm not gonna be the only boy anymore!" Timothy said happily.
"Congratulations mama." Ember said, wiping a tear, happy she get was getting another little brother.
"That's wonderful my darling." Margarine said and gave Gwen a kiss.
"Yes Gwen. I'm so proud of you." Edgar said and gave Gwen a kiss.
"I'm happy for you sis. Didn't think you were aiming for five kids though." Rose said, hugging her sister.
"Well, this little boy will be our last kid." Gwen said.
Later, Ember and Gwen sit on the couch together while Pricilla listened to the radio and Clarence is playing with Timothy and Joy, Emma and Jack played with Umbra, the broomstick and Gwen's magic carpet Cerulean Bolt.
"So, darling how did yesterday go with the Devil?" Gwen asked.
"Well, he's still narcissistic and selfish. But he's been really proud of me for helping him out last night." Ember answered.
"Hmm, so he wanted to get on the nice list again by being Santa again, didn't he?" Gwen asked, figuring it out.
"Yeah, how did you know that mama?" Ember asked.
"That Christmas, he brought me with him to the North Pole to ask Santa for a choo-choo. I was young then and I said that he would never get on the nice list. So, he and I made a bet. If he did get on the nice list, I had to give him a kiss on the lips. Boy, that was embarrassing when he actually did it." Gwen said as she facepalmed at that memory.
"Woah, you actually…" Ember asked until Gwen shushed her.
"Not so loud Ember!" Gwen quietly scolded her.
"Sorry mama." Ember apologized.
"It's alright sweetie. Anyway, after that, Henchman told me the Devil left me a present under my bed. I found it, opened it and it was my old sketchbook restored after your grandfather destroyed it out of anger. So, I gave him a hug, thanking him for that wonderful gift. It was one of the few acts of kindness the Devil ever shown me." Gwen finished her story.
"Wow mama. That's some story." Ember said.
"Thanks, dear. I'm just glad he's helping you with your powers and bonding with you." Gwen said.
"Yeah. But, I just don't wanna be cruel and evil like he still is mama. I don't wanna be him." Ember expressed her concern.
"Honey, he maybe your birth father but you are not him. You are better than him. We believe in you with all our hearts." Gwen assured her daughter.
Ember nodded in agreement and hugged her mother.
"Father said to me last night I was his greatest gift he's ever gotten. You think there'll be a chance maybe you, papa and father could be friends someday?" Ember asked.
"I don't know. But I hope one day we can sweetheart." Gwen answered.
Ember smiled as Joy came up to her.
"Ember! Let's have a flying race with Cerulean Bolt and Broomy!" Joy suggested.
"Joy, if you're gonna do that, take it outside." Gwen reminded her youngest daughter.
"It'll be okay mama. I'll make sure she doesn't get hurt. And anyone else who wants to race." Ember assured her.
"Alright, but you girls be careful now. You hear that Cerulean Bolt? Be careful with the girls." Gwen told her magic carpet.
Cerulean Bolt nodded in agreement and the broomstick also nodded. Both girls and the flying objects head outside. Joy gets on Cerulean Bolt and Ember gets on her broomstick. They both started to race in the sky as both girls laughed. Emma and Jack wait for their turn after Ember and Joy to race. Gwen and Clarence watch from the ground as they held each other.
"Merry Christmas Clarence." Gwen said.
"Merry Christmas Gwen." Clarence said back as he felt Gwen's growing belly.
They both kiss as Priscilla holding Umbra and Timothy watch in disgust at their parents kissing. Umbra licked Priscilla's face, making her smile.
"Aw, thanks Umbra." Priscilla said as Umbra purred in her arms.
That day, the Hopewells, Smiths and Emmons had a wonderful Christmas together as Ember continued living with both her father and human family.