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The Last Christmas Gift.
Santa was reading some of the letters that kids around the world sent to
him. It was interesting and fun. Some kids asked for very simple things,
toys, clothes and board games, but some others asked for other things,
like computers, videogames and phones. It was quite a rough time for him.
Every year, less and less kids believed in him. And it was quite rough at
the same time; because he saw many kids tell other kids that he wasn't
real. Sadly, he knew it was necessary. The world became more and more
cynical and horrible, and kids became cynical at a very young age now.
Every time a kid stopped believing in him, one of the screens in the
vigilance room shut down. And now they were at a low point.
He finished reading the letter of a girl who asked for a Nintendo Switch
and he picked up the letter of Charlie Milestone. He smiled. Charlie was a
really good kid. Of course, he did some bad things every once in a while,
but nothing extremely bad. Lately his elves had reported a strange
behavior on him, and some unusual activities, but he dismissed them as the
curiosity of a boy. Charlie was 12, and Santa knew that it was probably
the last year he would write to him. He sighed and started reading.
"Dear Santa:
This year I've been a good kid. I have good grades and I pay attention to
my mom. I help my grandma cleaning the house and I help my grandpa in
everything I can."
Santa smiled; of course he had seen him doing those things. He continued
reading the letter.
"Santa... Around my age most kids don't believe in you anymore. But I do.
I really do. If you do exist, you've seen what I have done. You've seen me
trying on my sister's clothes. I hope you didn't put me on the naughty
list just because of that. It's just that... Lately I've felt... wrong. I
don't know how to describe it. My body is changing. And I... Hate it. I
don't know what to say. I just feel... wrong in my own body. Everything
feels wrong. Lately I... I've been observing girls in a very different
way. I do like girls, but lately I have felt... jealous. It's so weird. I
feel jealous of the way they look, especially now that I entered this new
school. Most girls in my class are a year older and they're... beautiful.
They're just incredibly stunning. And I... hate that. I hate the fact that
every day I'm becoming less like them. I have had this feeling for a
while, especially when my sister went to those ballet lessons, but now is
more intense than ever."
Santa looked at the letter, surprised. That poor kid was pouring his heart
on that letter. Santa knew that probably, this was the only way he could
express those feelings. That wasn't the first time he read that kind of
letter.
"Santa, I know this is probably a bit too much to ask, but it's my last
year writing you. It's all or nothing. I only want one thing this year. I
want to be a girl. I... I don't mind if it's just for one day, or if it's
permanent. But please, do this for me.
Thanks for reading. Sincerely, Charlie."
Santa closed the letter as he saw Lena.
"You wanted to see me sir?" Lena asked. Santa nodded and gave the letter
to her "Read the letter please" he said. Lena read quietly and smiled
"That poor girl. It's always sad to see this kind of letters, especially
knowing we can't do much about it" she said as she looked at a special
pile of letters. The dreams of kids like Charlie hidden inside those
letters.
Santa stood up "We have less work now that this world is getting worse. I
want to do something. I can't destroy another kid's dream" Santa said, and
he started remembering things. He remembered Dana, who had asked to be a
boy, and how at the moment he saw the phone under his Christmas tree, his
screen shut down immediately or Billy, who broke down in tears when she
found out she didn't get the dress she had asked for.
All those memories, those horrible memories that haunted him every year
were coming back. He looked at Lena with sadness "I'm Santa Claus! I
should be able to do everything but I can't give these kids what they
want! This has to change!" he said. Then he got inside his workshop, with
Lena by his side. They started working together. It was complicated, and
Santa knew it wasn't a definitive solution. He labeled the bottles of
pills. E for the girls and T for the boys. He asked Lena to paint them
like candies while he started writing the responses to those kids. He
finished with Charlie.
"Dear Charlie:
Thank you for confiding me your secret. I know this is a complicated
feeling. I believe this will make you feel better. These candies will make
your body more like a girl's. But, you know your mom and your grandparents
will notice the changes. I've known them even before you did. And I know
that you have to tell them. They may be upset at first, but everything
will be fine. They love you, and they will love you always. You tell them
when you feel ready to. There's no need to hurry.
Be a strong girl. You're already incredibly strong. If this really is your
last letter I have to tell you, it's been great watching you grow. Please
be happy, you deserve it.
P.S: Once the pills are over, go to a doctor, they will give you're the
right dosage. Your dosage is on the bottle.
Sincerely yours, Santa Claus."
Santa closed the letter and sighed. He saw the messages he had written.
Charlie, Rose, Anna, Demian, all those names of special kids. He wrapped
the letters around the bottle of candies.
It was Christmas Eve, and he had to give presents. He got ready. As
always, the workshop was a disaster. He got ready to go and deliver all
those presents. He hurried even more than ever. He had to see some
persons.
Fortunately, Dana was still living in the same house. But Dana was now
Richard. Santa smiled as he saw the 20 year old boy sleeping on his bed.
He saw his binder, and may other things "I'm sorry Richard. I'm glad
you're happy now" he said and quickly went to search Billy. It took him a
while, but he found Billy. Now Billy was Vanessa. Santa saw her long black
hair. She had grown up a lot. He saw a beautiful blue dress in her closet.
Santa smiled and he kept visiting those special kids. He didn't finish
that night, but he wanted to see them all. Some of them had happy endings,
others didn't. But Santa visited all of them.
From that year on Santa gave the special kids what they wanted. What they
needed. Santa stopped disappointing them.
And Charlie's name was now Caroline. And, even when she stopped writing to
Santa, her screen never shut down.
Hello everyone!
I'm back, with a different type of story. To be honest, I've always seen
Santa Claus as a tragic figure. Just imagine the pressure of not being
able to give the kids what they want, failing them. That must be a lot to
take. Just imagine if a kid wished for something virtually impossible. If
he existed, he would be quite angry and frustrated with himself.
Actually, the scene with the dress is based on something that happened to
me. Yep, I made two letters. One that I showed to my mom and another one,
a secret one, where I asked him for a dress. Let's just say that it was
the first time I've felt disappointed by a videogame under my tree.
I've added a lot of fantasy elements, like the fact that for some reason,
Santa is an endocrinologist and he knows the right dosage of hormones
every kid should take.
I know it's kind of a dumb story, but I wanted to write something
Christmas-related, and this came out quickly. Again, I'm sorry for the
grammar mistakes. English isn't my native language.
And, about the use of pronouns, Dana/Richard is a trans boy, that's why I
use he/him pronouns while talking about him, while Billy/Vanessa and
Charlie/Caroline are trans girls, so I used she/her pronouns with them.
If you're wondering, yes, the ending is kind of inspired by The Polar
Express.
And, one last thing: SANTA CLAUS SAYS TRANS RIGHTS!
Happy Holidays! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope you're having
a good time anyways.
Jeannie
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