In this Christmas special, Maggie hears the story of a young elf who's mischievous ways makes her an outcast amongst her peers. It's not until she starts developing strange icy powers that she catches the eye of infamous ice pirate, Captain Jack Frost!

❄Featured Song: Where Are You Christmas by Faith Hill ❄

12:32 am on December 25th
6 hours till Christmas Morning

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
"Better hurry, boys! Maggie Sparrow's got a pistol!"

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight...
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

Captain Jack Sparrow intended to cure Maggie of her homicidal tendencies towards Santa Claus. So while Maggie was asleep in her bed, Jack decided to set up a meeting between his daughter and the big man himself!

He opened his closet and grabbed the bag containing the Santa Claus costume and quickly changed into it. He strapped on the white beard and cap, before slowly peeking into Maggie's Cabin. There she laid, asleep in her bed, so precious and sleeping so soundly. It made Jack want to start singing a round of silent night...

...But instead he grabbed a stuffed octopus from a nearby shelf and chucked it at her face.

Except Maggie didn't wake up, instead she rubbed her forehead where the plush had hit her and rolled over.

Captain Santa Jack rolled his eyes. He then grabbed a stuffed crocodile and threw that at her.

It bounced off the back of her head. Maggie shifted in her bed, but didn't even open her eyes.

Jack sighed and decided to go with a more vocal approach.

"Ho-ho-ho!" He did a loud impression of Santa Claus from his spot in the doorway. Maggie carried on sleeping.

"HO-HO-HO!" Jack went louder.

Maggie snored in response.

Jack was getting fed up. He walked into the cabin and leaned over Maggie's sleeping face.

"Ho-ho-ho!" He said.

Maggie's sleepy eyes peered open and then widened.

"AHHHH!" She screamed.

"AHHHH!" Jack was startled by Maggie's screaming.

Maggie rolled and ducked off the bed, grabbing a harpoon gun from under the bed and pointing it at him.

"Maggie, no!" Jack shrieked.

"Say your prayers, Chubbs!" She cried, firing the harpoon gun.

Jack sidestepped as the freshly-sharpened harpoon went whizzing past his ear and into the woodwork behind him.

"Maggie!" He yelled. "Stop! Stop it!"

"Never!" Maggie charged towards him with a club, ready to swing it at him.

"Maggie, just hear me out!" Jack told her in his Santa voice. "Santa doesn't want to hurt you! Santa loves you! Just like how Santa loves all the other boys and girls in the world!"

"Stop referring to yourself in the third person and let me kill you!" Maggie exclaimed, getting ready to swing the club again.

"Wait! Wait!" Captain Santa Jack cried. "I come baring gifts!" He went to the doorway and pulled the sack of Maggie's Christmas presents into the room. "See?" He opened the sack to show her. "Christmas presents! All made by my elves, just for you!"

Maggie glanced into the sack, the presents were there alright.

"Thank you" She nodded gratefully. "Now stand still and let me kill you!"

"Maggie!" The Santa Captain told her. "Just hear Santa out! Now I know you find me intimidating, but try to understand that Santa really doesn't mean you any harm."

"How did you know I said that?" Maggie squinted at him, suspiciously.

"I see you when you're sleeping and I know when you're awake!" Santa told her.

"Oh! Eavesdropping, is it?" Maggie raised her voice. "Invading my privacy! That tears it!" She swung the bat at him.

Captain Santa Jack narrowly missed it, backing up out of the room. He ran out to the main deck of the Black Pearl with Maggie chasing after him with the club in hand.

Finally she had him backed against the Pearl's mast and prepared to knock him unconscious. But Santa was a great deal taller then Maggie, so in an attempt to pull him down to her height, she yanked on his beard... only it came flying right off!

"Daddy?" Maggie asked, wide-eyed.

"Maggie Luv, this isn't what it looks like!" Jack told her nervously.

"I don't understand... Why would you--" She froze. "Oh! I see what's going on!"

"You do?" Jack asked her.

"Yes!" Maggie nodded. "Santa has hypnotized you and sent you as a look-alike to distract me! He's a clever old brute!"

"Eh? I mean, yes! Yes, that must be it!" Jack told her. "No one can get anything past you, Maggie! ...No matter how hard they try..."

"What?" Maggie asked.

"Nothing, Luv" Jack told her.

"That scarlet-clad scoundrel!" Maggie exclaimed. "Taking me on in a fight is one thing! But taking advantage of the elderly for his own selfish reasons!"

"Yes, he is crafty-- WHAT DO YOU MEAN ELDERLY!?" Jack cried. "Who's elderly?!"

Maggie stared up at him awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew..." She said.

"Maybe I should call Santa back here to take your presents away" Jack said sternly.

"Let him come and try!" Maggie clutched the sack of presents, brandishing her club.

Jack sighed as Maggie began to root around in the presents.

"Hold on there!" Captain Jack said. "It's not Christmas yet!"

"Yes, it is!" Maggie exclaimed. "It's been Christmas Day for the last hour and a half."

"You have to at least wait until the sun is up" Jack told her.

"You know Daddy, sometimes I think you're just making these rules up as you go along!" Maggie planted her hands on her hips.

Captain Jack smirked. "You should get back to bed" he told her.

"I'm never gonna get back to sleep!" Maggie told him. "Not after the thrill of almost getting to kill Santa! ...Or at least what I thought was Santa."

"It's half past one in the morning!" Jack said.

"In the morning, huh?" Maggie's eyebrows rose. "Well, no sense in going back to bed now! Might as well, stay up and watch the sunrise."

"What would we even do till then?" Her father asked, exasperated.

"Well, you still haven't finished the story..." Maggie suggested.

"I didn't?" Jack asked.

"No, you didn't!" Maggie told him. "Crispin and Captain Jack Frost still haven't saved Christmas, the North Pole is still frozen and Crispin has no idea that she's Jack Frost's daughter! Plus, there's still no confirmation on the identity of that Nikki lady, Captain Frost has a picture of!"

"I'm too tired to tell the story!" Captain Jack moaned.

Maggie passed him a plate sitting on a nearby table. "Then munch a cookie and harness it's sugary magic, so you may complete the Christmas tale and save your darling daughter from the dreaded drudges of suspicion!" She said dramatically.

"Are these the cyanide-free kind of cookies?" Jack asked, cautiously taking one.

"Yep!" Maggie nodded.

Jack took a bite.

"At least, I think so..." she muttered.

He stopped chewing abruptly.

"Just kidding!" Maggie giggled.

Captain Jack sighed. Thinking better of it, he spit out the cookie, flinging the rest of it overboard.

"Now that you're not poisoned... story!" Maggie exclaimed.

"Fine" Jack sighed. "Christmas Eve was just one more day away and Crispin was soon reminded of the accord she struck with Captain Jack Frost..."

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Crispin woke up in her sleigh bed aboard Captain Frost's ship. Memories flooded back from yesterday, of playing in snow with Captain Frost. She smiled, it felt nice to finally have a friend... maybe even a family member. Even if it was an adoptive relationship...

But as she thought back to her time with Captain Jack Frost, it reminded her how she ended up spending Christmas with him in the first place.

She got up and headed to Captain Frost's Cabin, only to find he wasn't there. Nevertheless, she thought of home much work would need to be done once they unfroze the North Pole. She decided it best to make a list of all the remaining toy merchandise that Frost would need to make with his powers. She sat at Frost's desk, took some stationery and opened the door to his desk, looking for a pen. Instead she found something that captured her attention.

A photograph depicting Captain Jack Frost and a woman who looked remarkably like her! She had the same face shape, same blue eyes and dark brown hair. She wore a red knit sweater and a matching hat with white mittens. Crispin swore she knew her from somewhere... but where?

Crispin gasped when the answer hit her. Then she gasped again when the picture was snatched from her hands! The desk chair was whirled around so that she faced Captain Jack Frost.

"What are you doing?" He asked her, sternly.

"I-I was looking for a pen" Crispin stammered, nervously.

"You were snooping around in my private property!" Jack snapped.

"No! I mean... I didn't mean to!" She told him, timidly.

A rush of frozen wind blew through the cabin, caused by Captain Frost's shift in mood. Or maybe it was Crispin's feelings of nervousness?

"What are you trying to prove with this!" Jack shouted, waving the photograph at her.

"Nothing!" Crispin shook her head, her hair flying in her face from the wind. "I just found it and I recognized your face! I was curious!"

"You had no business going through my things!" Frost roared.

Crispin could feel hot tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She hopped off the chair, shoving him out of her ways as she headed back up to the main deck.

"Just where do you think you're going?" Captain Frost followed her. "I'm not done talking to you!"

"I'm leaving!" Crispin answered. "I don't know why I bothered hanging around with you anyways!"

"Because you have no other way of unfreezing your precious North Pole without me!" Jack reminded her. "So if you're smart, you'll stay right where you are little elf!"

Crispin huffed and reluctantly turned to face him. "Well, then why don't you just do already?!" She shouted at him. "You clearly hate having to put up with me! Why don't you just unfreeze the Pole and let me go home?! What possible use do you have for me?!"

"Crispin--" Jack started.

"ANSWER ME!" She screamed, flinging her hand out and casting a flurry of sharp icicles at him.

Captain Jack Frost backed out of the way just in the nick of time. He turned and glared at her.

"Don't you start with me, little girl!" He pointed a warning finger at her.

"Then tell me the truth!" Crispin shrieked, causing a crack to form up the ship's icy mast.

"Stop it!" Jack yelled, angrily.

Crispin glared at him and stomped her foot against the deck, causing a new slippery layer of ice to coat the deck. Frost tried to back up, but ended up sliding on it and went toppling backwards onto the deck.

"That's it!" He said, getting back on his feet. And with a sweep of his arm, he sent a gust of frozen wind toward Crispin. The young elf closed her eyes as her hair was blown out of her face and she was pulled right off deck and into the air.

Jack willed the wind to hold her upside down in front of his face.

"Now" he told her sternly. "Are you going to smarten up and behave yourself or do I have to get rough with you?"

Crispin stared him down viciously. "I hate you!" She shouted, before spitting in his arrogant face.

Frost wiped the spit from his face and screamed. "YOUNG LADY! YOU WATCH HOW YOU TALK TO YOUR FATHER!" He exploded.

Captain Jack Frost covered his mouth, panting. He couldn't believe he actually said that! He'd been hiding it for so long...

Crispin's blue eyes went as wide as possible. She wondered if she had heard him correctly, although she was certain she had. But did he really say what she thought he said or did she just imagine it...?

They both stood there, Crispin stared at Jack in shock, while he avoided looking at her at all costs.

"Ca-Captain Frost?" Crispin stuttered. "Are you... really...?"

Captain Jack Frost looked into her eyes. The eyes she so clearly inherited from him. Except right now, her's were will with stunned shock and his were full of guilt.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered to her.

"Sorry for wha..." Crispin was cut off when Jack gently placed the cold palm of his hand on her forehead. She slowly began to slip into unconsciousness, the last image she saw was Jack's guilty eyes staring at her.

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When Crispin came to, she was laying in a pile of snow. She figured she was still lying on the deck of Captain Frost's ship. Until she opened her eyes and noticed familiar looking rooftops. She slowly sat up and came to the realization that she was back in the North Pole. Right where she passed out days prior! Had she merely dreamt it all? The ship made of ice? The magic? The fun? Captain Jack Frost... her Father?

Crispin stood up and stared around at the North Pole, everyone was still frozen! She felt so alone and helpless. Then as she stuck her hands in her coat pockets, Crispin found a dark blue envelope with her name scrawled across it in silver ink.

Crispin walked down the street and went to her apartment. She waited till she lit a fire to shed her coat, when she finally did she tore open the envelope and read the letter it contained:

Dear Crispin,

In case you're wondering, the past few days did in fact happen. I apologize for everything. I should've known better than to get you involved in this heinous and vengeful scheme of mine. The truth of the matter is, I don't entirely think I ever wanted to use you. I just missed you and was curious about the girl you had become. Rest assured, you exceeded my wildest fantasies.

All that aside, I must explain to you what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. I am your father and the reason I hid it from you, was because I was afraid you'd ask who your mother was. The reason for the controversial nature of this subject is because your mother was Nicole Claus, the daughter of Santa Claus.

Years ago, before the celebration of Christmas had caught on, I was well known for bringing the winter season to people. But then St. Nicolas came and introduced Christmas traditions to the people of the world and I was left out in the cold--literally! I intended to exact revenge ten years ago. I caused a blizzard that would prevent Santa from taking off on Christmas Eve. What stopped me was that I met your mother in that moment. She had caught me red-handed trying to sabotage it all and under her accusatory glare my heart melted. Also literally. She had awoken something inside me, a tender warm feeling that had been stifled for years. Those were the happiest days of my life. But it all had to be kept a secret from Santa, the idea of a relationship between the daughter of St. Nick and the North Pole's biggest troublemaker would be frowned upon.

But when she became pregnant with you, we knew we had no choice but to come clean. We approached Santa and Mrs. Claus and told them of our plans to be married and to raise our child properly. Santa became livid, he accused me of corrupting his daughter, your mother tried to calm him, but he yelled at her as well. I knew this was too much stress for her and the baby. So that night I kidnapped her and we sailed away to an ice palace I made on a remote iceberg off the coast. We spent the next few months preparing for your grand arrival. Unfortunately just as your mother's water broke, Santa and his army of elves attacked the palace. I built an army of snowmen to fight back, but it was no use! The elves got through and the began smashing the ice palace, but when they sawed at one of the palaces support beams, the whole thing came crashing down.

Nicole was too weak to move and I could only save one of you. So at her request, I grabbed your newborn self and ran. Your mother was taken down with the palace...

So now you understand why I hesitated to help you unfreeze the North Pole. I'm sorry, Crispin but this Christmas shall not happen. It's not just my revenge, it's my avenging your lovely mother. She would still be alive and happy had her father just let us be. If Santa's own daughter couldn't depend on him, why should the other children of the world?

It may be hard for you to understand, Crispin. But this needs to be done. My heart was broken long ago and now it will forever be frozen. That is how it should be. And you will remain in the North Pole where you should be. I will forever cherish the past few days we spent together, but I implore you not to come visit me anymore. Do not tell a single soul about who your father is. I will not see you suffer the same fate as your beloved mother.

I love you, my snow angel
Captain Jack Frost.

Crispin burst into tears as soon as finished reading the letter. The tears had started pouring down her face when she was halfway through it. The shock of the truth and sadness of never seeing her own father again came pouring down on her. She had finally found someone who cared about her, someone like her, a place where she belonged, now it was all taken out from under her again.

As dusk fell over the North Pole, Crispin wiped away her tears, pushed her bed closer to the fire and curled up in. She thought of the stressful situation in front of her. It was the only thing that kept her from thinking of how much she missed Captain Frost. Instead she thought of how Christmas Eve was rapidly approaching and there was no elves to complete the toys and even if there were, there was no way they could make it in time.

Christmas was ruined. She was all isolated and alone. Her newly-found father has left her-- again! This is the worst Christmas ever! Plus...

She finally understood what cold felt like.

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Maggie stared in shock. "So... Crispin's mom was Santa's Daughter?" She specified.

"Indeed!" Captain Jack nodded.

"Santa's offspring and Jack Frost?" Maggie exclaimed. "Wow! Did she's basically Christmas royalty!"

"Captain Jack Frost!" Jack corrected.

"Yeah, yeah!" Maggie nodded. "Speaking of which what happened to him?"

"Well, it's worth noting that Captain Frost didn't want to leave Crispin alone in the North Pole like that!" Jack explained. "He had really grown to love her, but when he saw the look on Crispin's face when he blurted out the truth, he got scared."

"How could a grown-up be scared?" Maggie asked.

"Grown-ups get scared all the time" Captain Jack assured her. "They just don't like to admit it... I suppose not everyone is as brave as I am. Me, I like to go with the flow. One step at a time and all that. My trick to being brave is that when everyone else is panicking to stay calm, cool and collected."

"Calm, cool and collected?" Maggie questioned. "Daddy, I've seen you sob and wail because you accidentally smashed your bottle of rum."

Jack gave her a sideways glare. "Anyways!" He said. "Captain Frost was mostly scared of Crispin's reaction to her finding out she was his daughter. While he loved her more than life itself, he wasn't at all certain being involved with someone like him was what she wanted. He head already learned that lesson with her mother..."

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Captain Jack Frost sat in the crow's nest of his ice ship, he peered into the magic snowball in his hand. He could see Crispin sniffling in her bed, tears running down her face. Suffice it to say, he wasn't happy about seeing her like that. He sighed sadly, close to tears himself. Unable to watch it anymore, he let the snowball drop onto the deck below.

For the first time ever, Jack Frost was rethinking his plan. He questioned wither it was worth the revenge on Santa, if he was letting Crispin suffer for it. He questioned why he ever left baby Crispin on the steps of Santa's Workshop and let her become a part of his plan. He questioned if Nikki would've even wanted him to get revenge...

Captain Frost had held onto anger for so long, now he questioned why he ever did. He thought it would make him feel better, he had always blamed himself for what happened to Nikki, not just Santa. He thought he'd feel less guilty by getting revenge on his Nikki's hateful father. But all it did was cause him more guilt and more grief. First he lost his love, now he'd lost any hope of reconciliation with his daughter.

More than anything he wanted Crispin here with him, but after writing that letter, how could she ever forgive him? He used her and manipulated her for his own selfish reasons. He disregarded her love of Christmas for his need of revenge. Frost couldn't see any reason why Crispin would want to be with him, let alone be his daughter.

Jack ushered a gust of wind to blow him back down to the deck of his ship. He walked into his cabin and looked at his list:

Step 1: Birth a child and leave said child on the steps of Santa's Workshop. ✔

Step 2: Await the moment the child's powers come in and wait for lack of family to cause it's heart to break and freeze over the North Pole.✔

Step 3: Steal child back and distract it with love and attention while Christmas goes unsaved. ✔

Step 4: Sit back and laugh as children stop believing in Santa Claus!

Step 5: Give them a snow day to end all snow days and win back public popularity!

He sighed, putting the list down. The steps of his plan now seemed like the delusional ramblings of an obsessed mad man, rather than the brilliant plan he thought it was just a few days ago. Now all he cared about was Crispin...

He placed a hand over his heart and felt the moisture of his melting heart soaking through his shirt. He didn't care anymore. Being cold and isolated brought him nothing but loneliness and misery. He regretted that it took him this long to figure it out. But he didn't at all regret what opened his eyes to that revelation: Crispin.

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The next morning Crispin awoke feeling empty and no amount of breakfast would cure this emptiness. She glanced at the calendar, today was the day, Christmas Eve. This was the evening Santa was supposed to load up his sleigh and take to the night sky to deliver. But for the first time ever it wouldn't happen...

Crispin walked from her apartment to the Workshop and looked around forlorn and saddened at the elves still frozen in their places. The presents still blown out of place with layers of frost on them and short icicles hanging from their bows. Such destruction born out of her out of control emotions and now the children of the world would have to suffer for it.

The guilt weighed down her heart as she imagined the children crying and sobbing. Their hope dashed, their hearts broken, thinking that Santa didn't care about them anymore.

Suddenly something cold and wet exploded onto the back of her head. Crispin's hand flew to her hair and felt it. Did some just hit her with... a snowball?!

She turned and saw Captain Jack Frost leaning in the back entrance of the Workshop. His face was soft with wide eyes with a little frown. Like a child who had done something wrong and wasn't sure how to go about asking for forgiveness.

"You came back..." Crispin stated, her eyebrows raised.

"Yes" he nodded softly.

Crispin turned her head back around, refusing to look at him. "Why?" She asked, surprising them both with the icy tone in her voice.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry" Jack told her.

Crispin scoffed. Jack bit his lip nervously, bit continued.

"I know now that it was wrong for me to take advantage of you like that" He went on. "You're my daughter, I should've been honest with you. I should've told you the truth. Instead of all those secrets and lies. But we'd been apart for so long and you never knew me. I was afraid if you did know my tru intentions that you would hate me. That you wouldn't want anything to do with me."

"And you didn't want that to happen?" Crispin asked in monotone.

"Obviously not!" Captain Frost told her. "Do you honestly think I never loved you? Do you think I just forgot about the day you came into this world? How I held you for the first time? A father never forgets those moments. Never really."

"If you cared about me, then why did you decide to destroy Christmas?" Crispin asked. "I told you how I felt about it, I told you about how it was something I cared for. And you deliberately went ahead with your plan to do it!"

"My plan wasn't to destroy Christmas!" Jack exclaimed. "My plan was to upstage Santa Claus! To take him down a peg for once! I couldn't destroy Christmas, not even if I wanted to!"

"Why not?" Crispin asked.

"Because you can't destroy Christmas!" He told her. "All these presents, the decorations and the baked goods-- even Santa himself! They're just symbols of Christmas! Let me ask you something when these children receive their Christmas presents, what do they do with them?"

Crispin shrugged. "Play with them" She answered.

"And after they get bored with them?" Jack asked. "Do they keep them always? For the rest of their lives?"

"I... I suppose after a while they'd get tired of them" Crispin nodded, thinking about it.

"Exactly! When children grow up and look back" Jack explained. "Hardly any of them remember what toy they got which year. They don't care! What they do remember is what they did with their families and friends!"

Crispin's eyes widened. She came to the realization that Captain Frost-- her father, didn't hate Christmas, just the meaninglessness of it!

"Before Christmas caught on, I was making that happen" Jack said. "The children enjoyed ny snow and ice. Santa brought them new concepts of winter fun, but I suppose, he didn't think it would evolve into such a crass, commercialized frenzy. I knew I couldn't hurt Christmas. I never wanted to. I just wanted the world to wake up and realize that for a change."

"And get revenge for my mother?" Crispin added.

"Well..." Jack trailed off.

"It's alright" Crispin told him. "I understand. It wasn't right for him to keep you two apart. I hope Santa did live to regret what he did. I think losing his daughter would've been enough."

"True. You're mother was a fantastic woman, Crispin" Jack told her. "You remind me of her."

"Really?" She asked.

"No, I lied again! I can't help myself!" Frost joked.

Crispin elbowed him in the ribs, smirking.

"Now while I am fond of these little father-daughter chats of ours" Jack looked at her. "I just happened to remember a promise I made to a certain little elf..."

"Your daughter" Crispin corrected him.

"What?" Jack looked at her.

Crispin reached up and held his hand. "You made that promise to your daughter" she assured him.

❄☠❄

Hours later, as the whatever little sun light the North Pole had began to dim and be replaced with a night sky of stars and the northern lights. The elves, now unfrozen, began to awaken on the floor of Santa's Workshop. The head elf, Mr. Figgles soon realized it was Christmas Eve! He began to panic upon looking around the Workshop. The toys still hadn't been made! The Workshop was in shambles! They were way behind in inventory and Santa was due to fly off in his sleigh in half an hour! There was no way they'd make it!

Mr. Figgles took a deep breath, trying not to have a heart attack, when he knocked on a door that read: Kris Kringle CEO.

"Come in, Figgles!" Came a booming, but jolly voice.

Figgles walked into the office, shutting the door behind him. "How did you know it was me, sir?" He asked curiously.

"I see you when you're sleeping, I know when you're awake" Santa explained from behind his desk. "I see no reason why I shouldn't see you when you're knocking at my office door."

Mr. Figgles nodded, chuckling nervously. "Right you are, Mr. Claus!" He cleared his throat. "Sir, I'm afraid I have some pressing news... Due to what I now assume is the work of an ignorant and incorrigible elf, whose naughtiness knows no bounds, the Workshop was frozen over a few days ago."

"I know" Santa replied, calmly.

"You do?" Figgles asked, amazed.

Santa raised a brow reminding him of his prior statement about his ability to see people whenever.

"Right. Well..." Figgles gulped.

Santa sighed, grabbing his cap and walking out the his office and towards the sleigh. Mr. Figgles followed him, his panic growing.

"You have to understand, sir!" Mr. Figgles said nervously. "It wasn't my fault! There's something strange with that elf named Crispin!"

"Oh, I never had any doubt about that!" Santa said, not stopping.

"So we're in agreement!" Figgles grinned. "She is gone! Fired! Never to set foot in the North Pole again!"

"When did I say that, Figgles?" Santa asked.

"Well, I-I assumed--"

"I agreed that Crispin was strange" Santa clarified. "But I never said being strange was a bad thing."

He stopped and pushed open the door to sleigh barn, where he would be taking off from.

As soon as he did, Mr. Figgles eyes widened in shock.

The toys! All of them! They were all packed and ready to go! Their inventory had been filled! Christmas would go on!

"H... How?" Was all Figgles could manage.

"Strange people can pull off strange miracles..." Santa peered down at him, knowingly. "...When you give them the chance."

Mr. Figgles bit his lip, looking guilty.

"I'm beginning to think all that power of running the Workshop has gone to your head, Figgles" Santa told him. "Prehapes I should give you a promotion. Cut you some slack to ease your workload and stress levels..."

"Really, Sir?" Figgles grinned hopefully.

"Yes" Santa petted the snout of the reindeer named Vixen. "After all, there's always the need for someone to muck out the reindeer stalls!"

That hopeful grin dripped from Mr. Figgles face like water.

Santa hopped in his sleigh and prepared for lift off. But then noticed a letter in his seat, in a dark blue envelope with his name scrawled across in silver ink. He opened it and read it:

Dear Santa/Grandfather,

I've always wanted to write you, but figured you'd be much to busy with the billions of letters you get from children every year. I wanted to let you know that I'm very sorry for freezing over the North Pole. I am still getting use to my new-found powers, but I'm learning more each and everyday. As an apology, Captain Jack Frost (My father) and I have created the remaining toy inventory, so that you may indeed make your delivery tonight.

I'd like you to understand that while I have appreciated you letting me stay in the North Pole and employing me in your Workshop. I'm afraid that it just never felt like home to me, which is why I have since left and moved in with my Dad. He has so much to teach me and so much paternal love to give, it just made sense that I stay with him from now on. I promise to come back soon to visit you, I would love to hear more about my mother Nicole, if you are willing to open up about her.

Now I know most people, when writing a letter to you, ask for a gift. But rest assured, I don't need one. I have my father, I have a new home, I have an aura of love and understanding surrounding me now. Not just for Christmas, but forever more. That's all I ever really needed. That's all Christmas really is.

Safe travels, Grandfather Claus
Love Crispin Frost.

Santa smiled, carefully putting the letter back in it's envelope and putting it safely in his glove box. He had always hoped Crispin and Jack Frost would find each other again. He knew if anyone could melt Captain Frost's frozen heart it would be Crispin, his granddaughter. He finally felt secure calling her that.

He wiped some stray happy tears from his eyes and snapped the reins. His team of reindeer began their running start and soon began to dash up into the frozen night air.

No one watched him go, the elves were still recovering from the confusion of their long frozen winter's nap. The only ones to see Santa go, was a certain Ice Pirate and his long-lost, now-found daughter, as they sat on the edge of a iceberg near their ice ship.

"Merry Christmas, Crispin" Captain Jack Frost hugged her close.

"Daddy, your chest!" She told him.

"What about it?" He asked. "Oh! Is it too cold?"

"No, it's... it's warm" Crispin smiled. "I didn't think it could be that warm."

"That's what happens when you love someone" Captain Jack Frost informed her. "They melt your heart." He whispered, kissing her forehead.

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"And that's the end" Captain Jack concluded.

"Just as I suspected" Maggie nodded. "Yet another nauseating story where the one grumpy and only relatable character, ends up going on some magical life-altering adventure that makes them change their point of view! ...But I'm be lying if I said I didn't like it."

"Glad you did!" Jack said. "Now for the love of all that is holy, let me go back to bed, child!'

"But Daddy!" Maggie exclaimed. "It's Christmas Morning! Time for me to open my presents!"

"What?!" Jack ran and looked at the clock in his cabin. Sure enough, it was now six a.m!

"It's been Christmas for six hours!" Maggie cheered. "Now to make all those hours of gift wrapping seem completely worthless!" She grinned, beginning to shred open the first presents.

"Hold your horses!" Jack stopped her. "If I'm gonna be conscious for this Christmas, I'm going to need coffee."

He began to walk to the galley, but stopped when Maggie hugged his waist.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy!" Maggie said.

"Aww. Merry Christmas, My Luv" he hugged her back.

Suddenly a flurry of white powered began to rain down upon them.

"Is that... is it..." Jack looked around. "Is it snowing? In the Caribbean?!"

Maggie gasped. "It must be Captain Jack Frost and Crispin!" She said.

Captain Jack's eyes widened with wonder as he stuck out his tongue to catch snowflakes.

Maggie peered up above them. "No, wait! I was wrong!" She said. "It's just Jack the Monkey shaking the dandruff out of his fur in the rigging above!"

Captain Jack shuddered in disgust, spitting out the would-be snowflakes and using his sleeve to wipe his tongue.

He glared up at the monkey. "Where's my pistol? I'm gonna blow his fuzzy little head off!" He yelled.

"Daddy, you can't kill the monkey!" Maggie told him. "It's Christmas!"

AN: And that concludes the Maggie Sparrow Christmas Special. Please leave your feedback in the comments, as I love reading them and if you like what you just read, hit that ☆! Happy Holidays! ❤