The time is 12:40am December 21st.
In a small room in a small but comfortable house sits a young girl. She is in her winter nightie all in white with small sleeves all in white. She sits at a vanity desk where there is some play makeup, a pink Barbie laptop to one side with a small candle burning in a tea cup. She is using the low light so as to not wake anyone in the house. Her feet are bare and swinging underneath her as she sits hunched over as she carefully writes on a piece of paper in her best handwriting. The pencil is held securely in her hands where her pink colored nail polish is visible
Dear Santa:
I have tried really really hard to be a good boy this year. I know that I have failed at it badly and I'm so sorry.
I wish I could dress like other boys but I just can't. It hurts too much when I try.
I want to try to play with the other boys my age but they wont let me. Only the girls will play with me. I have gotten good at hopscotch though.
I've been as good as I can otherwise. Eating my yucky vegetables. I obey the teachers and Tante Drea.
She pauses as she sits up to grab a tissue and blot her eyes.
You know that I tried to be the best boy I could even in my skirts and dresses.
I've been a big sister to my little sister Dottie.
I know I would only get a lump of coal for Christmas because I'm still so bad that even my own mummie and daddy don't want me.
But if you think in your heart that I should get something besides coal could you please give it to my sister Dottie instead.
She does not believe she is a good writer but she is. She is so much better than me even though I try so hard.
I know in my heart of hearts that she is a real girl and I want her to be one whole with a loving caring mother and family. Even if it means I would never see her again.
Dottie really needs that and all the love you can provide her.
So to summer... uhm I forget that word, If I was to get anything presents even coal use them to help my sister instead.
Loves and kisses
Jacilynn
Lil Jaci carefully folds the paper before putting it into an envelope. She licks the flap before pressing down on it where she addresses it to Santa Clause. Using the tea cup and its small candle to light her way she sneaks out of her bedroom carefully. The walk down the hallway into the living room where the Christmas tree she and Dottie had not 5 hours before spent the day throwing tinsel on and putting on what decorations they could reach. The top of the tree looked a little bare in spots while the lower part had many. On the fake mantel made of plastic with its 4 hooks sat three red stockings with white trim. Each had gold embroidered names in them.
Off to the side was a spot with a tiny plastic mailbox. The mailbox only said north pole on it nothing else. Lil Jaci opened the tiny flap and put her card into it. It just fit where she closed it.
She did not notice that the letter fell behind the plastic mantel nor that it was not the only letter to Santa there. Satisfied with herself she used the candle to return to her room. She blew out the candle before she got back into her bed snuggling in for a good long winters nap as the old song says.
The end.
The Other other night before Christmas: A Jaci and Dottie Story
The time is 12:01 am December 21st.
In a little girl’s room, a little girl sat with a flashlight and a book, on top of which the girl was writing on a piece of paper.
Besides the flashlight, the only light in the room was a nightlight with a picture of a butterfly on it, and in the soft glow it produced the little girl could look around her room.
Beside the bed with its pink sheets with pictures of fairies on it, she had a dresser with a good supply of nighties, slips, panties, stockings, socks, and training bras. On the other side was a small table with a Disney Princess laptop, and a small bookshelf that was already overloaded with books.
On the far side of the room was an open closet, with a Barbie Princess Charm school dress prominently displayed. Beside the dress, it was stuffed with dresses, skirts, and very feminine pants and tops, but the newest outfit was a brownie uniform that hadn’t actually been used yet, as she was supposed to start going to brownies in the new year.
She took a deep breath, and went back to the little piece of paper on her lap, trying to get the words right.
Dear Santa,
I think I’ve been pretty good this year, except for the fight I had with Jenny, and we got punished for that and made up, so I hope that doesnt count.
But in all honesty, Santa, I cant think of much I need. I’m not having to hide and pretend I’m a boy anymore, I’m not being hurt by the Doctor anymore, I have a nice home with food, and clothes, and toys, and best of all, I have Tante, who has taken me in and let me find myself.
Plus I have the bestest big sister anybody could ever want in Jaci, and its for her I would like to make a request, if I could.
Santa, please send her something that reminds her that even if her parents cant see the girl she really is, we sure can, and we love her for who she is. Please send her something to thank her for everything she’s done for me, especially helping me with girl stuff I found hard. She did this, despite how much she wants to be boy, just for me.
Send her something to help her see how great a writer she is, how much I’ve learned from her to help make my own scribbles better.
And if you have the power, change the minds of her parents, so they can accept her as the person she is, not the person they wanted her to be.
Even if that means she goes home with them, and I dont see her again, that’s the best gift I could hope for her.
Thanks, Santa
Love, Dottie.
Dottie put the flashlight down, carefully folded the paper, put the book aside so she could get off the bed.
Then she carefully made her way to the living room, where a box marked “North Pole” was set up, and she put the folded paper inside, and went back to her room, switched off the flashlight, and crawled under the covers and fell asleep.
End.