"Welcome to the world, Donnor," Hermey whispered to his newborn son.

Rudolph was passed out from all the hard labor. Hermey held his son for the first tine.

"You have my face," Hermey whispered to Donnor tearfully. "And your father's sexy bod."

The little reinelf cooed, though only moments old. His blue eyes were open and fixated on Hermey.

And they had themselves a merry little Christmas... and Hermey and Rudolph has a little, no, a LOT of bucking.

The end.