Stephen looked at his mother as she lay on

Stephen looked at his mother as she lay on her deathbed. Her final words escaped her mouth. "Stephen...what is love?"

He stared at his mother with wet eyes. "I know you probably can't hear me, but I finally found it. I have the answer."

"I told you you would" answered his mother but she couldn't see him. She was talking to herself. She was also talking to him but the him that she just watched confess his crime. He

had a doppelgänger, you see. She could see that but not the original version of her son. It was confusing after a while. She would ask him a question, but the double would answer.

And, so, after much confusion, she grabbed a mirror and shattered it, which broke the spell of the doppleganger, making the clone vanish.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, looking down into the shattered glass. Surely, this would be enough to get rid of the doppleganger for good. It had to be. Right?

Three years later, on Christmas Eve, the doppelganger returned dressed as an elf. Mr. Elf and his cousins offered to shovel the snow. She agreed, having a bad back. Then Santa came

ltrecked across the Sinai to deliver presents to Tutankhamen & got lost in chambers of a pyramid.So Mrs.Santa spent Christmas with the Doppelganger Mr. Elf & got in the family way

for 15 minutes due to the super-fast gestation period of human/elf hybrids. Then POW the infant shot out like a projectile hurtling Mrs Santa with the equal and opposite reaction.