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THE CHRISTMAS FAIRY
Leah married her husband John in spite of her family's wishes. They
wanted her to keep to good Irish stock, a man's man, not some short,
skinny wimp of a systems analyst, most of them didn't even know what
that was. She had two sisters, one was in the army and currently
training to be a dental nurse, the other was a welder by trade.
Leah went ahead anyway. She loved his kind, thoughtful ways and that
he treated her like a princess. She scoffed at her sister's
boyfriends, whose idea of a romantic night out was a packet of crisps
and a few pints down the pub, then a grope in the back of a car. The
very thought that one of them would actually cook a meal for his girl,
the way John did, brought tears of laughter from the sisters, telling
her that only a fairy boy would do that.
After some eighteen months the couple noticed that opposition from
most of the family had calmed, finally accepting that if Leah was
happy that should be enough. With Christmas on the horizon the her
and her husband received an invitation to the big family get together
on Christmas Eve with mixed feelings.
"I know you're pleased to see them bury the hatchet," John told his
wife, "but I'm not altogether convinced of it. You know that your
sisters especially, hate me and I'm not sure that I trust them."
"I know that they've not had many dealings with you since we were
married, but I really think that this is a peace offering," Leah
explained to him. "Our Eve party is traditional and always a light
hearted affair. None of the family would do something that would
spoil the fun, the rest of us are just there to have a good laugh so
they wouldn't risk causing an icy atmosphere."
To set Leah's mind at rest her sisters, Mary and Rachel, came over to
see them the Saturday before the big event. In order to make them
feel welcome, John prepared nibbles to have with some drinks, but true
to form his 'nibbles' turned out more like a buffet meal.
"This food is gorgeous, John, did you really do this on your own?"
asked Rachel.
"These are the best nibbles I've tasted," agreed Mary.
"John is a brilliant cook, I told you that a long time ago." Leah
pointed out to them, while he bathed in the compliments.
"You know we've got more than eighty family coming to the Eve party
this year," Mary told them. "Would it be possible for John to do
something to add to the usual ham sandwiches and sausage rolls?"
"I wouldn't be able to do a great deal, don't forget it's on a
Saturday and I'll have to work on the Friday," he explained. "Leah
can't help me much because she has to work Saturday as well."
"Oh please, just do a couple of things to lift the quality of the
buffet," begged Rachel "You could come over late morning to my place
and we could go on to the hall from there. Everything's being
delivered to me, so if you could check it, then help lay it out with
anything you could make it would be a tremendous help. Leah can come
straight to the hall when she finishes work."
Both pleased that his wife's sisters were so friendly towards him and
flattered that he was being asked to provide his services to her
extended family, John agreed. They discussed which of the things he
should do from the choices he had presented for them to eat that
night, they settled on olives in puff pastry, cheese twists, both of
which he could do the night before, together with asparagus wrapped in
streaky bacon, which he told them he ought to cook on the Saturday
morning. They asked him to do at least a hundred and twenty of each.
"I told you that my sisters would come round to liking you," Leah told
him as they prepared for bed that night.
"Yes, I'm really looking forward to the party now," he replied.
He was able to pack up work a little early on Friday the twenty third,
so he had a head start on the preparations. On the Saturday morning
they got up early, so that Leah could box up the things he had made
the evening before, while he got started on the asparagus and bacon.
She left for work at nine, wishing him good luck, and he got to
Rachel's apartment by eleven. Mary and two of their cousins, Paul and
Luke, were already there and he was introduced to them.
The first thing she did was to make them a cup of coffee each as she
warned him that they may not have much time to grab refreshments later
and it gave them all a chance to relax before the work started.
He had just finished drinking his when he suddenly became
overwhelmingly drowsy, the armchair he was in was the most comfortable
place in the world. He fell into a deep sleep while the others all
high-fived each other.
He had some very strange dreams. The first was a nightmare that he
was being attacked by hungry ants, but that soon went away, replaced
by soothing hands over his legs, arms and eventually his scalp . Then
he felt that he couldn't breathe properly, he could only take in small
amounts of air at a time.
The next strange feeling was in his mouth. It was full of something
that he couldn't chew and his mouth felt stretched to each side.
Finally, without that going away like the ants, he felt that he was
sitting on an extremely uncomfortable stool.
* * * * *
"Where is John?" Leah asked her sister Mary.
"He just had to pop out for a while, don't worry, you'll see him
soon," she replied with a smile.
"If he doesn't come back soon, he'll miss the tree unveiling," Leah
muttered to herself.
It was one of the highlights of the evening. Every year some of the
family would get together to decorate the tall tree that was placed in
the corner of the hall. It was always a big tree but the challenge
was to decorate it in an amusing way. There was quite a competition
between the different branches of the family, to see who could create
a really funny theme.
The previous year a group had decorated it with different coloured
Wellington boots and a heavy jack-hammer on the top, supported by a
scaffolding pole hidden behind the main tree stem. The year before
that there were so many leprechauns all over it there was hardly any
tree to be seen. Before that were dozens of model Lada cars, in
honour of the one bought by one of the family elders, but every model
had something wrong with it, missing wheels or bonnet up for example
and the larger model on the top of the tree even had what looked like
steam coming out from under the bonnet.
The tree was hidden from view to the people in the hall by a curtain
across the corner in front of it, which was pulled down with a
flourish after a short speech by the patriarch, this year it was
Leah's ninety year old grandfather.
The time arrived for the unveiling and Leah was furious that John
still hadn't arrive back. She had been looking forward to showing him
the sense of humour of her family, especially as he had seen little of
it since they married. Her grandfather concluded his talk, mainly
centred around how he hoped the tree didn't hold Ford truck, now that
he'd sold his Lada. Then he pulled down the curtain.
There was a gasp and then roars of laughter. Leah first of all
couldn't see because of people standing in the way, then she got a
good view of a tree covered with little fairy dolls with a life sized,
very pretty one on top. Then she saw it move and realised that it was
a person dressed in a fairy costume with wings sprouting from her
back, a wand with a star on the end of it and striking blond hair with
sparkles and pink highlights. A long flowing white dress hung down
over the upper part of the braches. She didn't recognise the fairy
but whoever it was had a big grin on her face, painted with what
looked like stage make up.
Then she realised who it was. It was John.
From his high vantage point John was mortified. He'd woken up a short
while before to find himself in an unimaginably uncomfortable place.
He quickly worked out that he was astride a U shaped metal strip about
two inches wide, holding him upright with his weight resting on his
privates, crushing his testicles which had been pulled back before he
was seated. Between his legs was a vertical pole of a scaffolding
type, which had the U mounted on the top. His legs were held straight
down by metal rings round his thighs, knees and ankles, narrow enough
to prevent him withdrawing his legs, but not tight enough to support
him in any way.
To his front and rear, the uprights of the U came up as least as high
as his lower chest and were inside, he realised, a corset laced tight
round his torso, making it impossible to move in any direction. Round
his head at forehead level was what appeared to the audience as a
tinsel halo, but it hid a metal ring attached to an extension of the
rear upright of the U, holding his head still and upright. Bringing
his hand up to his line of vision he could see that his fingers were
super-glued to the shaft of a silver fairy wand, making it impossible
to let go.
Second only in horror to the pain in his groin was his mouth. His
lips were also stuck together. Something was fitted inside it that
kept his jaws clamped shut and whatever it was had clips attached to
the corners of his lips pushing them apart, giving him a grinning
expression completely at odds from what he was feeling.
"Isn't he a good sport?" Mary asked his wife.
"He volunteered for that?" she replied, unbelieving.
"How else could we have got him up there?" Rachel contributed, having
just joined them.
"We told you he was a big fairy, didn't we?" Mary told her.
Mary walked over to join the crowds having a closer look at the
presentation. John spotted her walking towards him, but as she moved
below him, he couldn't look down to see where she stood looking up.
If she had given it more thought, she would have realised that the way
he was mounted could only be painful to him, but she just looked up
his white net and lace dress to see his white pantyhose covered legs,
ending with ballet slippers secured by ribbons running up his legs.
She was disgusted that he would show her up like that. She'd spent
many hours in conversation with other close family to explain that
John was as manly as any of them, it was just that he wasn't as tall
as her brothers and cousins. Now here he was making a spectacle of
himself, smiling away and not even acknowledging her presence. The
least he could do would be to say something to her and not just stare
ahead grinning.
"John what on earth do you think you're doing?" she asked but got no
response apart from him waving his arms and that stupid wand.
Close to tears she decided she'd had enough, got her coat and went
home. She was asleep by ten o'clock. By that time the party was
really getting going. The younger children had all been put to bed
and the serious drinking started. For Mary and Rachel it was time to
smuggle their boyfriends into the hall, no one minded that much, even
though it was supposed to be family only. Occasionally someone would
come over to see the fairy, but otherwise he was ignored. No one
noticed that where he had tried to free his head by turning it from
side to side, he had rubbed the skin off it and a small trickle of
blood ran down into one eye.
By eleven he had passed out but of course still held in the same
position. It would have taken an observant person to notice that his
arms were just hanging limp at his sides, and no one was sober enough
to look.
At three in the morning Leah woke up. John wasn't home and she was
mad. It was time to tell him exactly what she thought of him.
When she tried each of her sister's homes there was no reply and
lights were out. It was about four when she got to her parents'
house. The door was unlocked so she went in to find numerous family
members in improvised beds all over the house and many more on the
bare floor. There was no John.
She was sure that he must be still at the hall, perhaps found some
drinking buddies to make up for his lost time while he was on the
tree. When she got there the hall was in darkness and locked up, but
she put her face against a window to see if anyone was still there.
First of all she couldn't believe her eyes, the fairy was still on the
tree. She called out a couple of times but there was no movement.
She drove back to her father's house and got the key to the hall but
couldn't rouse anyone from their drunken state to get assistance.
Arriving back at the hall, she opened the door, turned on the lights
and went directly to ask John what he was doing. Getting no response,
she couldn't think what to do when she remembered the big step ladder
that they used to put up the decorations. With some difficulty she
pulled it over to the tree and climbed up it.
The first thing she saw was blood down one side of John's face and as
she got closer she could see that he was unconscious and deathly pale
even with the make up. She pulled his dress up so that she could see
what he was sitting on and was horrified by what she saw. The rings
round his thighs were welded in place. Moving down she found that the
knee and ankle rings were fixed the same way. Realising that no one
in her family was going to be in a fit state to help, she only had one
recourse. She dialled the emergency services, asking for all three,
fire, police and ambulance.
The main problem she had to start with was to explain exactly what she
needed them for. It wasn't the sort of thing anyone wanted to know
about in the early hours of Christmas Day.
By five thirty they had worked out that the best way to get him down
was to lower the whole pole. By that time they'd discovered that a
combination of the corset and his head restraint was keeping him
upright, and were worried that if they released him prematurely it
would be difficult to handle his body. After the whole arrangement
was on the floor, they simultaneously cut through the upright behind
his neck releasing his head and the rings round his ankles, then cut
the corset laces at which point they could slide the assembly off him.
The whole thing was made more urgent when a paramedic found that he
only had very faint life signs and from his appearance they thought
they knew what had happened to him, but said nothing to Leah until it
could be confirmed.
He was given oxygen, then adrenalin once he was in the ambulance and
rushed to the hospital with a police escort. Once there he was placed
in the Acute Dependency Unit. Police then arrested Mary and Rachel
adding considerably to their hangover headaches. Leah phoned her
parents several times, not getting through until nine on Christmas
morning and they came straight to the hospital to support her when, as
seemed likely, she became a widow.
When they arrived she became hysterical. She blamed herself for not
trusting her sisters and for not noticing that he couldn't get off the
tree if he had wanted. His face was also painted with permanent make
up, making him look like a freak in bed with tubes going in and out of
him and blond hair with pink highlights.. It was even some time
before they could release the glue on his hand and mouth to extract
the appliance that had given him what she now realised was a hideous
grin.
John had suffered a stroke. An arterial blood clot had formed where
his blood vessels had been blocked and that had reached his brain.
Her father was furious. He phoned round many of the family members to
tell them what had happened and to find out if anyone else was
involved. It wasn't long before the two cousins who had helped
manhandle John turned themselves in to the police.
Her father also took a photo of his son-in-law in the Acute Ward bed,
he went to the police station and insisted on showing it to each of
his daughters.
"This is what you've done you bitch! You're no daughter of mine."
Seeing them separately where they were being questioned. The police
were glad of his intervention as up to that point they had been
claiming that he had voluntarily agreed to what they had done. Not
realising how serious his condition was, they had believed that their
family would pressure him to agree with them and have any charges
dropped. It was only then that they knew they faced possible
manslaughter charges.
That didn't happen. After eighteen hours of treatment Leah was told
that the clot had been dissipated. That wasn't the end of their
problems though.
It was many months of mostly therapy and more medication before John
was back to his old self. It was first thought that he would never
fully recover, but with the love of his wife with her endless patience
he gradually improved. With repeated applications of solvent she also
managed to remove his 'permanent' make up, jogging his memory about
different things whenever she talked to him. The damage to his
testicles was also a source of concern, but eventually he regained his
sex drive.
Her sisters, and to a lesser extent their cousins, only received a few
months of custodial sentences, as it was accepted that they hadn't
intended such severe consequences, but their real punishments came
elsewhere. They each had to pay John compensation for damages and
restitution for lost salary, Rachel was dishonourably discharged from
the army, but worse of all for the girls, and you'd have to be a
member of a large but very close knit family to understand, they were
ignored by everyone in it. Their father was as good as his word and
would have nothing more to do with them.
The last casualty was the big family Christmas Eve tree. It was
replaced with a small artificial one, already decorated with lights
and baubles.
There was no fairy on the top.
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