She gets it off her mother.
"Oh please, just call me Psy." Psy replied. " 'Auntie' make me feel like a hundred."
Esme giggled.
A certain twin sister had flown up from Australia and she was now in the humble but huge LA home of the Hansons.
"I'm conducting a survey." Xavier announced. "Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
Babsie groaned.
"He's been doing this for ages." She said to Psy, before turning to him. "Y'know, it's not nice to tell the younger kids there no such person."
"Well there isn't."
"Is too!" Cyke objected.
"See?" Babsie asked pointedly.
Xavier gave her a look and then turned back to his long-lost aunt.
"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
"Yes." She replied, wholeheartedly. "Yes I do."
"You do?" Xavier replied in amazement.
"Heck yeah. I believe in anyone who gives me presents."
"I'm telling you Psy," Taylor said, "if it weren't for the tattoo I'd have such a hard time telling you guys apart. Even with the different hair and clothes."
"Always there to confuse." Babsie and Psy said together.
"It's always scary when they do that." Zac shuddered.
"You've got the same name as me." Lockie said, tugging at Psy.
"Yeah." Psy nodded. "That's because we're the coolest people in the room."
Lockie giggled.
"Are not!" Cyke proclaimed.
"Are too!" Lockie replied.
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Hey don't look at me." Babsie said, pointing an accusing finger at Isaac. "His side of the family."
Psy just laughed.