Meanwhile, Jack's van was driving towards Gotham in the Budget van to drop Celestia off.
"I'm a bad parent. I'm a bad parent." She blamed herself.
"No, you're not. You're beatin' yourself up there." Jack told her. "This happens. These things happen, y'know. You wanna talk about bad parents? Look at us. We're on the road 48, 49 weeks outta the year. We hardly see our families. Joe, over there. Gosh, you know...he forgets his kids' names half the time. Ziggy over there, he's never even met his kid. Eddie... Let's just hope none of them write a book about him."
"Tell me, have you gone on vacation and left your child home?"
"No. But I did leave one at a funeral parlor once. Yeah, it was terrible too. I was all distraught and everything. The wife and I, we left the little tyke there in the funeral parlor. All day. All day. You know, when we went back at night, when we...came to our senses, there he was. Apparently, he was there all day with a corpse. Now, he was okay. You know, after six, seven weeks. He came around and started talkin' again. They get over it. Kids are resilient like that."
"Maybe we shouldn't talk about this."
"You brought it up, I was just trying cheer you up."
"I'm sorry I did."
Later at the house, Flash wakes up and rushes downstairs to see if his wish came true and that family is home.
"Mom? Mom?" He called.
Still, nobody is home. He is sad because her thought his wish didn't come true.
But outside, the van arrived at the house. Celestia rushed in to see if Flash was alright.
"Flash?" She called. "Flash?"
She see's the living room well decorated. Then she turns to see Flash facing the other direction. Then he turns around to see Celestia.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." She smiled.
But Flash didn't say anything, assuming he was mad at her for living him alone when they went on vacation.
"Oh, Flash, I'm so sorry. "
Then he smiled and ran to hug her. The two embraced each other.
"Where's everybody else?" Flash asked.
"Oh, baby, they couldn't come. They wanted to so much, but--"
It turns out she was wrong, the whole family came busting through the front door. Whether they were arguing of thrilled to see Flash, it was Christmas miracle.
"Flash! Flash, my boy. How are you?" Sombra hugged Flash.
"Oh, it's good to see you." Flash smiled.
"You're all right. I love you. You okay?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, Flash." Snips replied. "It's pretty cool that you didn't burn the place down."
"Wait a minute. How did you guys get home?" Celestia asked.
"We took the morning flight. Remember? The one you didn't want to wait for." Sombra told her.
"Oh, no. Oh! Thank you. Merry Christmas. Someone has to find an open store. We don't even have milk here."
"I went shopping yesterday."
Everyone was shocked to hear that.
"You, shopping?"
"I got some milk, eggs, and fabric softener." Flash told them.
Then they smiled.
"What? No kidding? What a funny guy." Sombra laughed. "What else did you do while we were away?"
"Just hung around."
"You guys, come put your stuff upstairs."
"He went shopping?" Snails was still shocked. "He doesn't know how to tie his shoes, and he's going shopping?"
Flash goes to the window to see Bruce Wayne united with his son, Damion Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Barbra Gordon, Bruce waves to him and Flash waved back at him.
"Flash! What did you do to my room?!"
Flash is shocked and runs off. It maybe another moment of trouble, but it was still a happy Christmas ending.