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The first girl santa ever
(Chapter 3 of wrapped in love)

I follow Bernard as he leads me down a long hallway that twists and turns. After a good ten minutes of walking in silence we are met with a large door. He opens the door and we enter a large room.
"You look distressed Santa." Bernard tells me.
"Distressed? I'm way past distressed. Im talking to an elf and I'm apparently the new Santa!" I shake.
"That's not surprising. Most grown-ups can't believe in magic. It just... sort of grows out of them." He shrugs.
"But how can I be Santa?! I thought only men could be Santa!" I ask.
"I'll have to request Curtis to join us to explain that." He says walking out.
He closes the door behind him and I let out a sigh. He was right about one thing, I am soaked. A towel and a set of monogrammed pajamas are laid on the bed. I take off the coat and the pants, folding them and setting them onto a nearby table. I towel dry my hair and pat dry the rest of my body. Once dry, I change into the pajamas and fold my old clothes, setting them next to the jacket. Sitting onto the bed, I run my hands through my hair. My mind is racing. The door opens and Bernard and another elf walk into the room.
"This is Curtis. He's the keeper of the Santa handbook." Bernard introduces his friend.
"And the elf that's second in command!" Curtis says, chest puffed out with pride.
"Yeah, yeah, now tell her." Bernard pushes Curtis toward me.
"According to the Santa handbook, anyone, regardless of gender, will become Santa if they put on the coat and the previous santa is no more. Furthermore, if the santee is not male, their physical change will be different. Their ears will pointen and their canine teeth will sharpen. The closest male figure in their life will become Santa's helper, their hair will whiten, they will grow a beard and they will have significant weight gain. " Curtis reads out, shutting the large book when finished.
"So, let me get this straight. My dad will look like santa, but I'll be Santa." I rub my head.
"Essentially, yes." Curtis nods.
"This is the first ever case that has been documented in elf history." Bernard chimes in.
"Oh, how amazing!" I flip my back onto the bed, hands covering my face.
"I'll be going now!" Curtis scurry's out.
"If it means anything, I'm sorry you were chosen." Bernard sits next to me.
"Chosen?" I ask.
"Every Santa ever has been chosen by the previous santa. He must have seen something in you that you can't." Bernard explains.
"Well that's bullshit!" I exclaim.
"Language! But yes, it may seem unfair." Bernard scolds me.
"I'm sorry," I say sheepishly.
"It's ok. When you wake up you will be back at home. You have eleven months to get it together." Bernard says before proofing into a cloud of glitter.
"What the fuck?" I whisper to myself.
‘This has been one long night’ I think to myself as I drift off into slumber
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I wake up the next morning in my own bed. I stretch and groan, standing up and making my way downstairs. I reach the kitchen and pour myself a cup of iced coffee. Charlie then comes racing down the stairs with dad in tow.
"See! Bernard dropped off gifts!" Charlie exclaims.
"The waiter?" Dad asks.
"No! The elf!" Charlie says sorting through presents.
I guess I did put the presents under the tree last night.
"There's one here for you (y/n)!" Charlie calls out.
I come to see what he's talking about and see a present addressed to me from Bernard. I guess that wasn't a dream after all.
I kneel down and undo the ribbon. Opening the box I see a messenger bag. There is also a note. It reads 'this is an endless bag. Whatever you need will be in it and it has unlimited storage. Take care of it- Bernard'
"Ooh!" Charlie reads the note.
I take the note back and bring the box to my room. As I descend the stairs I hear mom talking to dad.
"(Y/n) is the new Santa, mom!" Charlie jumps.
"How can (y/n) be santa? She isn’t a boy." Mom smooths his hair.
"I don't know! Bernard says she's the first one ever!" Charlie says.
"Ok Charlie, you better get to the car. Neil's waiting for you, I'll be there in a moment." Mom ushers him out.
"So, uh, what have you been telling him?" Mom confronts dad.
" Nothing. It's just... I had this really strange dream. And l-- I must have told him all about it." Dad stammers.
I know how to prove to dad that it was real. I rush to the car to see Charlie rolling down the window. Dad follows after me.
"Where did I get the pajamas?" I ask him.
"Bernard gave them to you!" Charlie shakes his hands at me.
"Oh, wait. Wait. Bernard was the name of the waiter at the restaurant last night." Dad remembers.
"Some waiter gave our kid pajamas?" Mom questions.
"What's this all about?" Neil asks Charlie.
"Dad and (y/n) took me to the North Pole, and Larry showed me the workshop!" Charlie says excitedly.
"The North Pole." Neil says flatly.
"Yeah! (Y/n)'s the new Santa! The regular Santa fell off the roof, and they put on the suit." Charlie says exasperated.
"Charlie, we will discuss this at home." Neil says softly.
They drive away and we trudge inside.
"It's just a dream. Stuff like that doesn't happen." Dad says to me.
"Why? Because I'm not a man?" I ask him.
"What? No! Because Santa's not real!" Dad shakes his head.
"Well I guess when you gain weight and I get sharp canines then you'll see." I say climbing the stairs.
He stands baffled at the foot of the stairs. This is just great.
Work and a visit from an elf
(Chapter 4 of wrapped in love)


It's been eight months and the amount of mouth injuries I've gotten is impossible to count. Luckily my mouth instantly heals now, but it's still inconvenient. My canine teeth have sharpened and my ears have elongated slightly. Being a children's librarian it makes it easy to pass off as a cosplay in town. Dad is trying to deny what happened, but his hair has gone light grey and he has gained a lot of weight. I mean a lot. I'm setting up to record when I hear the sound of bells. I spin in my chair to see Bernard standing in my doorway.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him.
"Just checking in. How's everything going?" Bernard sits onto my bed.
"Cool, cool. My mom doesn't want dad to ever see Charlie again, but other than that I've been good." I say pulling on my sweater over my tank top.
"Oh, sorry about that." He winces.
"They'll work it out. They always do." I shrug.
"What exactly are you doing?" He asks, looking behind me at my books laid out.
"I'm gonna be going to work at the library" I say putting on my barrettes.
"Can I come?" He asks.
"Absolutely! Just wondering, why?" I ask, putting on my clip on earrings.
"I have to see what your like with children. It's customary." He explains.
"Makes sense." I nod as I grab the bag he gifted me.
"It's just down the road so I walk." I say slipping on my shoes.
"Are you sure you can walk in those?" He points to my platforms.
"Yeah, totally. I've been rocking platforms for over ten years." I smile.
We walk out the door and I lock it behind me. The walk to the library is a short but pretty one. The flowers seem to bloom and the birds sing in the trees. After a short five minutes, we are there. Entering the library, I am greeted by a chorus of hellos from patrons and coworkers. I clock in and walk back to Bernard.
"Reading corner isn't for another couple hours, I've got shelving until then." I gesture to my cart.
"That's okay. I need to see how you work with others anyways." He shrugs.
Quickly and efficiently I stock all the returns and still have twenty minutes until reading to the children. Bernard observes from the corner as I check out several people.
"Oh I love this book!" I say to the person I'm checking out, gesturing to the book Misery.
"I adore Stephen king and haven't been able to find this one yet. Im excited to read it." The customer grins.
"Well, tell me how you like it when you return it." I smile back.
The head librarian taps my shoulder as the customer walks away.
"It's time." She smiles.
I grab my small bell from the counter and make my way to the reading corner where Bernard already sits. I bring the bell up high and ring it six times. Children seem to come out of the brickwork and swarm around the reading corner. Some racing to the front and others preferring to sit back.
"What story are you telling today Ms. Calvin?" A girl with no front teeth lisps.
"Today we are reading... where the wild things are!" I drumroll and pull out the hardback.
"That looks scary!" A boy from the back calls out.
"Remember, it's fiction! And fiction means-" I start and they all bellow "fake!"
"The monsters in this book are not real and cannot hurt you! And if they were, I'd be here to protect you!" I flex my arm and the kids erupt into giggles.
"Now we have the main character, his name is max! And he's naughty!" I explain the premise.
I open the book and begin reading.
"The night max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind"
I flip the page. "And another."
Flipping the page "his mother called him wild thing" I say in a sweet voice.
"And max said 'I'll eat you up!" I give a gruff voice.
"So he was sent to bed without eating anything."
"That very night, in max's room, a forest grew." I rustle the potted plants behind me, "and grew- and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around."
"And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat just for max and he sailed off through night and day. And in and out of weeks, and almost a year to where the wild things are!"
The kids become enthralled with the story. Some stomp when the wild things do and some make scary faces. The children no longer appear scared and relax into the story. I close the book and set it onto the shelf.
"What story are you reading us tomorrow?!" A girl from the back calls out to me.
"Well I guess you'll have to come here to see!" I taunt jovially.
The group erupt into giggles and sighs of disappointment. They begin to scatter back into the library when the girl with no teeth approaches me.
"Ms.Calvin? Who's your friend?" She points to Bernard.
"This is Bernard! He's from out of state so he's just visiting for the time being." I lie.
"Oh, that makes sense. So can you tell me what book your gonna read next?" She pleads with me.
"Now Gisselle, that wouldn't be fair for the other kids." I ruffle her hair.
"I know." She giggles as she runs off.
"How'd I know her name?" I mumble.
"That's part of being Santa. They're all knowing. Most of the time anyway." Bernard shrugs.
"Oh. That makes sense I suppose. Anyway my shift is over, we better get back to pick up Charlie from the bus station.”
I sling my bag over my shoulder and punch out. I send a goodbye to the head librarian and she nods. Walking the way to Charlie's bus stop I think about what this means for my family. Getting to the stop, we wait about five minutes until Charlie's bus pulls up. I sit on the bench and change my shoes, a new pair appearing in my bag and I slip my platforms into it.
"Why the change?" Bernard asks.
"Charlie likes to be carried. And I can't do that in platforms without risking injury to both of us." I shrug.
The bus doors open and charlie is the first kid off, running to me with open arms.
"(Y/n)!!!" He throws his arms around me.
I pick him up and place him onto my shoulders.
"Bernard! You're here too!" He points.
"Hey sport! I'm here to see how your sibling and dad are doing." Bernard smiles.
"Dad's in denial. I learned the word from Neil." He smiles proudly.
"I'm sure you want to get home before dad gets back, so we better head out." I start walking.
Bernard trails behind us. We soon make it to the house and I unlock the door. Placing Charlie down, he kicks off his shoes and runs to the tv.
"Can we, oh can we watch muppets Christmas carol? Please (y/n)?" He asks with puppet eyes.
"It's not even winter yet, sport." I sit next to him.
"But it's my favorite!" He pleads.
"I can't say no to you, you watch it and I'll start dinner." I kiss his forehead.
I walk into the kitchen and start to prepare supper.
"This a new thing with him?" Bernard nods his head at the movie.
"Oh no! It's been his favorite forever. He watches it all the time." I clarify.
"So your dad. How's his transformation going?" Bernard clasps his hands.
"He's convinced it didn't happen. Even though we both have changed dramatically." I sigh.
"That's ok. You have three more months to get your affairs in order. Then you both will move to the pole." He wrings his hands.
"Like forever? How's that fair to us?" I get up.
"Well someone has to deliver Christmas presents. And your dad is now responsible for Christmas cheer." He holds his hands up.
"He's like the least cheery person I know." I try to explain.
"Well that doesn't matter now." Bernard shrugs.
"How am I supposed to tell him?" I ask.
"Not my job, sorry." He says, proofing into glitter once more.
"This is fucking bullshit!" I set the knife onto the cutting board.
I hear the door bell ring and sigh.
"Can you get that Charlie?" I ask him.
"It's the list!" He calls back.
The what now?