The Greatest Gift

Here is my Christmas 2007 TF story. I know it’s not great, but I think it’s good enough to post. This was probably one of the most difficult stories yet for me to write. Not only did I have to come up with an interesting plot that would only take one chapter to complete, but I also had to avoid all of the Christmas TF cliches that had already been used over and over – gifts that TF the person, becoming a reindeer for Santa, etc., etc… My primary goal with this story was to illustrate the true meaning of Christmas – Christ’s gift of himself to us. So without further ado, here’s the story.

The Greatest Gift

The town square was bustling with activity on Christmas Eve. Shoppers entering and exiting various shops buying last-minute gifts, friends talking merrily, and even a few carolers trying unsuccessfully to be heard above the crowds. A man dressed in a Santa suit paraded around, laughing and smiling at everyone. As he passed by one of the benches, he noticed a small boy crying. He stopped and smiled at the boy, then frowned when the boy looked at him and just looked down again. He sat down next to the boy.

“What’s the matter, son?” he asked.

The boy didn’t answer for a time, then looked up. With tears in his eyes, he said slowly, “My mom is dying.”

The man sat silent for a few seconds. “I’m sorry.”

The boy nodded. “She’s been sick for a long time. I wanted to get her a present, but I don’t have enough money. She’s always wanted a puppy and my dad and I knew that she’d enjoy it a lot, even if it wouldn’t be for long.” The boy began crying again.

“I’ll tell you what, tell me which puppy you were looking at and your address, and I’ll get it there as soon as I can.”

The boy sat up slowly and looked at the man, wiping the tears from his eyes. “But – why are you helping me?”

“Because I know how you feel. I’ve been in a very similar situation before.”

The boy smiled slightly. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me.” The man took out a piece of paper. The boy wrote something on it, then folded it and handed it to the man. “Now go and spend some time with your mother, I’ll take care of the rest.”

The boy said one last “thank you,” then turned and ran toward his home. The man looked at the paper and smiled. He walked off to find the pet store to get the black lab that the boy had noted on the paper. He arrived at the store with no trouble, but sighed when he saw that the store was closed. He turned away and headed for the boy’s house. “I wish there was a way to help,” he thought. But this was the only pet store for miles. The best thing he could do would be to get the dog first thing tomorrow.

Suddenly, the man felt a strange squeezing sensation in his hands. He looked down and gasped as he saw them. They were covered in black fur and looked more like paws than hands. The man stared at them for a few seconds, then yelped as his feet started to follow his hands’ example. He took off his boots and socks and watched, transfixed, as the fur spread up his legs like wildfire. His clothes, quickly becoming too big for his shrinking frame, fell to the ground. Seconds later, the fur completely covered his body. Then, in one smooth change, the man grew a muzzle and a tail and dropped forward to all fours. His hind legs became digitigrade with a pop. The man tried to say something, but all that came out was the barks of a dog. A black lab puppy to be exact.

It was then that the man realized the great gift he had just been given. Maybe he had lost his visible humanity, but he was still himself. And he had been given the opportunity to make a real difference in someone’s life – the greatest gift he could have asked for. With barks of joy, he bounded off towards his new life and home.


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