Book Six: Chapter 117

“I knew that this day would come,” she whispered.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“The end of Christmas.” A weak smile appeared, and she opened her eyes. “Everything is inevitable, Caretaker. There would come a day where mankind would become extinct, and their gods and traditions would go with them. I thought it would be much farther into the future than this.”

“Christmas isn’t over,” he told her, then took her by the hand. “Not yet. No matter what happens today, my family will celebrate it every year, no matter what.”

“One family’s faith won’t be enough to sustain a tradition.” She squeezed his hand. “But I appreciate the thought.”

“Nonsense,” Mike told her. “If there’s one thing I believe, it’s that every miracle begins with a single person. You just watch, everything is going to be all right when this is over.”

Mrs. Claus smiled, then closed her eyes. “Perhaps you are right, Caretaker. Holly?”

“Ma’am?” The elf moved to her side.

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