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A Letter from Santa
By JDCopyhack
"Okay, Rudolph. You can power down now. Looks like we have clear
skies ahead."
Santa leaned back in his sleigh and peered out upon the horizon.
The cloudy, foggy, snowy, wintry sky had given way to the warm,
clear skies of Florida. Looking out the left side of his sleigh,
he could see a scattering of ships in the ocean.
Santa always enjoyed his Christmas visit to Florida. After hours
upon hours of slogging through the snow and slush of the
northeast and midwest, he would finally get the chance to
defrost. He began in Key West and worked his way upstate quickly
and methodically.
The homes in Florida were different than most of those on his
route. For starters, most didn't have chimneys, so he had to
enter through the patio doors, or on rare occasions, the air
conditioning vents. Another difficulty he encountered was that
Florida homes were often built so closely together that there was
little room for his team of reindeer to land safely. Clusters of
condominiums only complicated the problem. Still, the warm
weather made it easy for Santa and his elves to overlook these
inconveniences and they moved quickly from house to house.
By the time he had arrived at the Lassiter house, he had long
since stripped off his heavy winter coat. With a twitch of his
nose, the patio door opened effortlessly and the group filtered
inside, where the elves filled the stockings and placed presents
under the tree.
"Any special requests at this house," Santa whispered to
Mortimer, the head elf.
"Just a sec, Santa," the diminutive elf answered as he set his
laptop on the coffee table and clicked away at the keyboard.
"Hmmm, interesting..."
"What is it, Morty?"
"Well, it's from Lisa. Seems like all she really wants is a
sister to play with."
"I see. Read me the letter."
"Sure thing, Santa. It says:"
Dear Santa:
I know you will bring me lots of fun toys this year. I
always love the things you bring me and I am still riding
that bike you gave me last year. So, what I really, really
want is a sister to play with. My brother is always so mean
to me. He breaks my toys and calls me names. So, can I have
a sister for Christmas?
"Ah, yes, Tom. He always has been a trouble maker," Santa said,
recalling some of the exploits of Lisa's 13-year-old brother, who
always seemed one step away from serving time in juvenile hall.
"Remember that one year, Morty? I think all we gave him was
socks."
"Yes, that's right, Santa. Crew socks to be exact."
"And yet he still acts badly toward his sister."
"Well, if it's any consolation, he's not getting much more than
underwear and pajamas this year, Santa."
"Maybe a small consolation. But that doesn't help Lisa very much.
What about her mother? Can she still bear children?"
Morty clicked away at the keyboard for a few moments then came
back with the answer that Santa didn't want to hear.
"It says here that she had severe complications when she was
pregnant with Lisa and nearly died. Doctors have advised her not
to get pregnant again."
"I see. Well, it looks like there's only one thing to do then.
Listen, Morty, you help the rest of the elves finish up. I'll be
back in a few minutes."
As Morty turned his attention to the other elves, Santa stepped
from the living room to the dining room, then down the hallway
toward the bedrooms. For a large man, he moved with extraordinary
grace and was silent as a field mouse as he made his way into
Lisa's bedroom.
He looked at the tiny figure in the big bed and smiled at the
angel before him. She was such a good girl, he thought, always
mindful of others. She deserved what she wished for. Then, Santa
moved toward Tom's room. The contrast was stunning. Where Lisa's
room was pink and dainty, Tom's room looked like a train wreck.
Video games were strewn about the floor, clothes were piled high
in the corner, and the walls were painted black and decorated
with posters of rap singers and professional wrestlers.
Santa thought for a moment, stroked his long white beard, and
reached into his pants pocket. Then, moving closer, he raised his
hand and sprinkled silver dust over the sleeping youth. Almost
immediately, the walls began to change color, from black, to
blue, to green, and finally a pale yellow. The posters on the
wall started to change as well. Satisfied, Santa turned on his
heel and stepped quickly out of his room.
Back in the living room, he rounded up Morty and the rest of the
elves, checked the list one last time, then headed back to the
sleigh, but not before slipping something into Tom's stocking.
***
Tom's eyes fluttered awake as Christmas morning dawned bright
inside his bedroom, and that was his first indication that
something wasn't quite right. Usually, the room was dark and
foreboding, with the curtains drawn tight. The second indication
came when he arose from the pillow only to feel a strange tickle
upon his neck. He reached upwards with his right hand to
investigate and was shocked to see his nails had grown and were
painted a pastel pink. Upon further inspection, his hand seemed
smaller, even girlish.
"What's going on?" he muttered, surprised at the softness of his
voice.
But the real surprise came when he rose out of bed and realized
he was not wearing the boxers and T-shirt he wore to bed last
night, but rather a pair of satiny red pajamas trimmed with white
lace. Looking about the room, he noticed the change in wall
coloring and wondered how posters on N'Sync and the Backstreet
Boys had replaced those of his favorite rap singers and
wrestlers.
Looking about the room, everything was neat and clean. His
dresser, now white, was topped with various bottles of nail
polish and tubes of lip-gloss. He looked in the mirror and a girl
looked back at him. She was pretty with shoulder length brown
hair and looked a lot like his mother, only younger. He gasped,
and then reached up to feel his face. It was softer, the
cheekbones higher, his lips fuller, and the scar that on his left
cheek that he wore proudly since his skateboard accident in
seventh grade had disappeared.
"This can't be happening," he said, his voice sounding even
softer than before. "I wonder..."
The answer came quickly enough as he clutched his chest only to
feel two small but noticeable lumps in his grasp. Panic had
already set in by the time he reached for his crotch and felt the
inevitable void. As tears started to stream down his now feminine
face, he heard the familiar sounds of his sister bouncing down
the hallway.
"Tammy, Tammy, come on," he heard as the voice entered his room.
"Santa came. You should see all the presents."
"Why are you calling me Tammy?"
"Duh, because that's your name."
"No it's not, and you know it's not. My name is Tommy. What did
you do to me?"
"You're weird. Mom said you would start getting weird when your
boobs grew in. You better hurry up or I'm gonna open all your
presents."
With that, the little girl ran back down the hallway toward the
living room, leaving the former boy alone with his dilemma.
"Maybe it's all a dream," he thought, wiping away a tear. But as
he headed down the hallway toward the Christmas commotion, he
realized it wasn't a dream at all. While the house looked
basically the same, there were subtle reminders of his changed
identity. Photos had been altered to reflect his new image. Where
sports trophies once rested, awards for cheerleading and ballet
now stood in their place. When he entered the living room, his
father greeted him with a hug and a kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Pumpkin," the man said during an emotional
embrace, while his mother just beamed from her place on the
couch, as if everything was normal and right with the world. He
scanned the room and noticed the presents. There were more than
he expected. Then he noticed his Christmas stocking. The silvery
script had changed from "Tommy" to "Tammy", and peeking out the
top was a small white envelope.
He approached the stocking cautiously, still expecting someone to
wake him up and end his nightmare. When he reached for the
envelope he was taken by how the Christmas tree lights reflected
off his nail polish. Inside he found a letter.
Dear Tommy, or should I now say Tammy now.
I know you are confused by all these sudden changes, but
fear not. Your change is a gift to your sister, who wished
for a loving sister. But, it is also an opportunity for
you. As a boy, you were headed down a path of destructive
behavior. Now, as a girl, you have been given a second
chance. To the rest of the world, including your parents
and sister, Tommy Lassiter never existed. By the time you
finish reading this letter, you will have forgotten about
him too. This is my gift to you, so please make the most of
it.
Love, Santa.
With every word, memories of Tommy's past faded. And with every
word, his appreciation of being female grew stronger. By the time
Tammy finished the letter and placed it back inside her stocking,
Tommy was gone forever.
***
Back at the North Pole, Santa and Morty sat in the study and
gazed upon the large monitor at the scene taking place inside the
Lassiter household.
"Wow, Santa, your powers never cease to amaze me."
"Just remember that the next time you and the elves plan a work
stoppage."
With that, Santa let out a huge laugh, then put his feet up on
the table and leaned back into his favorite chair.
His work was done for yet another year.
The End!
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