Christmas Elf

Epilogue

"There's no way that story is true poppop." The older child moaned as he leaned into a bed.

"There's no way! Pawpaw did you know Santa?" His younger cousin screamed. His eyes were full of inspiration and joy.

"Well my dear Snowball, that's for you to believe." I rubbed his head. My husband nodded his head at the comment.

"Dad, do you think Santa would visit us tonight?"My youngest grandson begged. Behind me stood my nephew and his husband. Nion stood proud of his son and joined us on the bed.

"It's very possible." Nion nodded towards me. I hugged my nephew, greeting him for the first time in the night.

"Maybe if you sleep early he will come, they both will." I added.

Once we had put the children to bed I greeted my daughter and her own husband. Holy grew to be an astonishing toy maker who almost surpassed Nick and I. Her black hair was cut short, curled around her jawline.

"You ready?" she noted to Nick and I.

Grabbing my bag I handed my son in law a box wrapped in golden paper. Then one to Nion, wrapped in red shimmering paper. They understood to place them on the foot of the children's bedside tables.

Later that night Nick and I were placing our presents to the children when we heard the floorboards creak.

"Grandpas?" the small voice called out. Behind us were our grandsons, innocent stares and hopes.

Over the next few centuries we continued the yearly tradition as our family grew old and died. Soon we became the first Claus-Kringles, and the only ones left. Even as Nick grew grumbling over the modern media of him, we continued our work. We are Santa Claus and Christ Kringle, the toy makers for the world.