"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night." She read and closed the book. She checked the bed that was on her left, and then looked at the bed to her right. A small smile spread across her face as she saw the occupants were sound asleep. It was only seven thirty in the evening, but the two of them couldn't wait for Santa Claus to arrive. She carefully put the old book back in the book case, and stood and let her back muscles stretch and the bones pop and loosen.
She went to the bed on her right, and pulled the covers up to the six-year-old boys chin and carefully placed a kiss on his forehead before stroking his blonde hair. She moved to the other bed and did the same with the three-year-old girl and stroked a few stray strands of raven hair our of her eyes. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of both of them sleeping soundly. They could be a tremendous pain in the ass at times, but she would never give them up.
She slowly stepped out of the bed room and slowly closed the door shit. It was going to be bad enough when they got up at four in the morning for their gifts, and she didn't want them to get a leading start.
"Not bad, Shego." A voice said behind her. She had to do her best to hold back a scream when she spun around and saw non other than the ghost of Dr. Drakken standing in front of her like he had all those years ago.
"Drakken? What the hell?" she asked him.
"I'm sorry. I just had to visit you again." He said.
"Wait, what are you doing here? I changed like I said I would, I listened to those ghosts like you told me to! Look at my life now!" she said to him as she remembered the last time he visited.
"Relax Shego, its nothing like that. I wanted to see how you were doing, and to tell you that I got paroled." He told her.
"Paroled? You got out of hell?" she asked him.
"Shego, do you think God would make us pay for all eternity if he really loves us? His method really is a rehabilitation program." He told her.
"Wow. So what's next for you? Heaven?" she asked him.
"Don't know. I can choose that, or I can choose reincarnation and get to live life all over again. I haven't decided yet."
"How long do you have to think about it?" she asked him.
"All eternity. And I don't know if God would like my idea of heaven." Drakken said.
"Let me guess. World Domination?" she asked him.
"Nope. To live the entire series of M.A.S.H. like it was real life as one of the characters." Drakken said with a smile.
"Nope. As Radar." Drakken said with a chuckle.
"Even in death, I think you still kill brain cells just by talking." She said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Well, I hope you enjoy whatever you chose." She said to him, not really wanting her husband or kids seeing her talk to a ghost.
"Before I go, I just need to tell you one thing. Shego, you are the closest thing I will have to a daughter in my past life. And I'm very proud of the women you've become. And if that idiot husband of yours gives you any grief, I'll come back and haunt him." Drakken said and actually made Shego chuckle at the idea of Drakken trying to scare anyone.
"Well, it's nice to hear you got a reprieve. Enjoy your – afterlife?" she asked.
"Close enough. Merry Christmas, Shego." He said.
"Actually, it's Shelia." She told him.
"Oh. Then Merry Christmas, Shelia." Drakken said as he slowly faded from sight.
Shego shook her head as a few memories from a certain Christmas years ago began to come back. That was a different time and a different her. Now she had a new life, and actually enjoyed it. She peeked on the sleeping children one more time before heading downstairs to see how her husband was fairing at trying to play Santa again.
As soon as she stepped off the stairs, her eyes rolled as she saw her husband sitting in front of the tree while trying to put a bicycle together.
"I think you were born with ten thumbs instead of fingers." She said as she took a seat beside him.
"You know, we could have bought one that was already made." He told her as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Then where would the fun be?" she asked as she muffled his unruly blonde hair.
"You put me in a kitchen with a stocked fridge, and I can have a meal fit for thirty kings ready in a few minutes. But with this stuff?" he asked as she tried looking at the instructions again.
"Honey?" his wife asked him.
"What?" he asked as he looked at her and saw that she already had half the bike already assembled. "You're good. My wife the school teacher and mechanic." He said to her.
"You know it. It's only seven-thirty. How about we take a break?" she asked him.
"You read my mind." He said as he stood and slumped into the couch. A wide smile formed when his wife lay on top of him while resting her head on his chest. "The tree looks good. I thought we'd never get it done." He said.
"You mean with the kids eating the popcorn strings?" she asked him.
"And the candy canes. And thinking the clay gingerbread men were real cookies." Ron said.
"That was your fault. You thought Johnny's class made ornament was a cookie when he brought it home." She told him.
"That thing still didn't taste right." He said, making his wife laugh. "You do remember our agreement for next year, right?" he asked her.
"I know. Next year, we get a Hanukah bush." She said. "It's only close to eight, right?" she asked him.
"How about I give you my gift tonight instead of tomorrow?" she asked him.
"What is it?" he asked her.
"That depends." She said as she stood and walked to the stairs with a little sway in her hips.
"Depends on what?" he asked her.
"How nice you've been this year." She said to him as he began to follow her.
"What if I haven't?" he asked her.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked sultry and gave him a longing, passionate look.
"Oh, why do you have to make me choose?" he asked as he followed her to their bedroom. Once there, he held her tightly in his arms as they shared a tender kiss. "I love, Shelia." He said to her.
"I love you to, Ron." She said as they began to kiss again.
Autor's Note: Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Peace on Earth and Good Will toward men.