"It looked truly marvelous..." "The star, now fully mended shone bright and proud once again at the top of the great tree." "Gunther and the angels would let out a joyous cheer, with Horace interjecting with merry hoots of his own." "The gingerbread man would then motion for the angels to pick up Cecil and Emmett and lift them into the air." "They then began to carefully maneuver their way all the way down..." "Down the great tree the two brothers had climbed with such effort and determination and all the way back to Little Pinesworth." "The people would give a three cheers for the angels..." "For Horace the Owl..." "For Gunther the Gingerbread Man..." "And last but certainly and undoubtedly not the very least..." "Cecil and Emmett, the two Heroes of Little Pinesworth and Tree Climbers Extraordinaire!" "The clock finally struck twelve and everyone knew at that moment that the magic of Christmas wasn't going anywhere anytime soon." "Cecil and Emmett eagerly gave their friends an exclusive tour of their home, from the town square to the ever-running railway." "But eventually, it was time for everyone to go back to their homes. Cecil and Emmett, despite how hard it seemed at the time said goodbye and thank you to their new friends, who promised to come and visit next Christmas." "And later that night, if everyone swore that they could see a giant man dressed in red with a white beard carrying a big, heavy sack of colorful boxes with him?" "Hehehe... Well, that'll be a story they'll gladly tell you next year!