Note: You really thought this was finished? Fat chance. Since everyone's been so nice to me about this, I present a special Colt-smas gift to you, an Epilogue chapter. Enjoy.

On Colt-smas day, everypony in the library woke up to notice that aside from the gifts that they had all left under the tree, there was a whole bunch of presents. Everyone was happy about what they had gotten and was really greatful.

"I don't believe it!" Rarity yelled as she opened up a gift that contained a beautiful, gem-covered dress that she had gotten from Applejack. "This is such a beautiful dress. Applejack, how did you get enough to get something this magnificent?"

"It was nothin'." Applejack told her friend "When Ah visited the boutique one day, Ah saw you had this on a list of things you wanted, so Fluttershy, Spike, and Ah worked together to make sure it got made...of course we had to keep Spike from eatin' the gems."

"Thank you Applejack. This is a wonderful gift." Rarity thanked her friend.

The Cutie Mark crusaders all opened there gifts. The three got Capes from Spike that could be used for a lot of situations...which considering the fact that they try a lot of things to get their Cutie Marks, that was very helpful.

"Spike, this is awesome!" Scootaloo told the dragon.

"Ah love it, Spike!" Apple Bloom complimented

"It's really nice, thanks Spike." Sweetie Belle thanked him.

"Heh, it was nothing" Spike told them. "I just thought that you three would-" before he could finish, the three fillies kissed him, making him blush a deep red.

Everypony in the room giggled at the dragon's reaction.

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Everything went well for everypony after that...everypony except Trixie. Trixie was still upset about the fact that this was the anniversary of her mentor's death. She was on the balcony and was still upset over what happened. She was lying down on the balcony, crying. Soarin' walked out on the balcony, seeing the sad look of his fillyfriend.

"Are you alright, Trixie?" he asked.

"No." Trixie sobbed. "This is a sad day for me. This is the anniversary of my mentor's death. How could I be happy on such a day where a sad memory took place?"

Soarin' walked over to her and place a hoof on her sholder. "Don't worry about it, Trixie." he told her. "It's a sad day, but I don't think he would want you to be sad the entire day. Besides, think of all the good memories you had with him. I'm sure that you can remember them."

Trixie dried her tears. "Thanks Soarin'" she told him in a calm tone. The sun was starting to set on a great day. The sky was filled with beautiful colors as well. Soarin' kissed Trixie who kissed him back as majestic birds flew over them, just like Soarin's dream when he was a colt. This truly was a great moment for Trixie as well.

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"And that's the story of our first Christmas together." an older looking Trixie told a little blue pegasus.

"Aw, that sounds kind of nice." The little pegasus filly complimented Trixie. "That's a sweet story, Mom."

"It brings back a lot of memories too." an older Soarin' stated to the powder blue unicorn.

"Ooh, can you tell me it again?" the filly asked.

"Sorry, Sapphira," Trixie told the filly. "But it's almost midnight, and you know Santa Colt doesn't give gifts to little fillies or colts that aren't sleeping."

"Aw" Sapphira sighed, her coat as beautifully blue as the gemstone she was named after. "Alright." she hugged her parents, told them she loved them and went off to bed, excited to be getting gifts in the morning.

"She's such a sweet filly." Trixie told her husband.

"Just like her mother." Soarin' smiled as he kissed his wife.

After their slight romantic moment, the two started to head off to bed as well. But Trixie stopped where she was and turned back to the living room for a few seconds before heading back to her bedroom.

Meanwhile, a spirit of her mentor was in their living room. "Trixie seems to be having a wonderful life after having such a terrible one as a filly. It seems my work here is done."

Note: There you go, now it really is done. Thank you all for reading this. Merry Colt-smas to all.