'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the place,
Little Jimmy was dreaming of satin and lace.
He wandered around, upstairs and down,
Feeling so restless and wearing a frown.
His mummy had said he'd be getting some toys,
Soldiers and guns, like all other boys.
But his sister was asking for Barbies and such,
And it seemed to young Jimmy that this was too much.
She always got dresses and panties and things,
And little doll babies with push chairs and swings.
And Jimmy was left with soldiers and drums,
When he wanted dresses that looked just like mum's.
	
And the note he had written to Santa last night,
He'd hidden away 'till the last of daylight.
Then he'd sneaked down the stair to the big fire place,
And put the note in with a blush on his face.
And he'd set it alight as he knew that he should,
Telling dear Santa that he had been good.
And hoping his note would go off to the pole,
Telling his wishes and bearing his soul

That night Santa came down the chimney as planned,
And on to the hearth with a bump he did land.
And he sneaked in to Jim with a frown on his face,
So, this was the boy who liked satin and lace.
Now Santa Claus knew that his number one task,
Was to give every child whatever they'd ask.
And he had in his sack lots of little girl things,
All of the usual that Santa Claus brings,
To sweet little girls who've been good all the year,
But here.....a dilemma for Santa, I fear.
The little boy wanted the things in his sack,
And those Christmas wishes could not be sent back.
But Santa was magic and knew of a way,
To make the boy happy the very next day.
So, he left all the things that he had in his sack,
 He muttered a spell and he tip toed right back.
Back up the chimney and off on his way,
Smiling a lot as he thought of next day.

The next day was dawning all crispy and white,
And the children were waking all bubbly and bright.
And our little Jimmy sat up in his bed,
And saw all the parcels all wrapped up in red.
He quickly unwrapped them and to his delight,
He knew all at once everything was all right.
There were dresses and panties all frilly and lace,
And a pretty pink slip brought a blush to his face.
And there was a Barbie all pretty and slim,
And she seemed to be smiling only for him.
So, he jumped out of bed and put on the dress,
And combed out his hair which was always a mess.
And he looked in the mirror and what did he see?
A pretty girl's face where his face ought to be.
So, he lifted his dress to see what was there,
And found he could only stand there and stare.
And Santa's great plan, what do you suppose?
His magic had made the boy suit the clothes.

So, to all you transgendered where ever you are,
On the transgendered road, no matter how far.
Here is the one thing I'd now like to say,
May your feminine self have a great Christmas day.

Janey Lang, 1996.