“December already? Damn, I’m getting too old for this job,” Santa groaned. He looked over at his son casually snapping a selfie on his mobile. "I used to be like you," he told Jerry with a chuckle.
"Yeah, right pops," Jerry replied. "They didn't have smart phones when you were my age."
"No, but I was just as strong as you, and I had some manners," Santa muttered. "Are you going to help me with the deliveries this year? I could do with some help son."
"Love to, but I've got some plans. You know I would otherwise."
"But I could do it in half the time if you helped me."
"Pops, I could do it in half the time by myself," Jerry sneered.
Santa knew he was right, his poor old bones just weren't up for it any more. So he decided on volunteering Jerry all the same, bringing him into the business and preparing him for the great day!
From his pocket, Santa pulled a little Christmas magic, and sprinkled it over Jerry as he lay on the couch in nothing but jogging pants. He looked up at Santa and winced for a moment.
Without saying anything, the jolly old man began to remove his boots, red robe and pants. Divested of his clothes he stood over Jerry for a moment, and then whispered, "It's the best gift you could ever give me, and I think you're right, you could make all the deliveries in half the time."
His son just looked up at him as the portly old man lowered himself onto Jerry's torso. With a little twitch this way and that, he was able to inch inside his son's body. "As easy as squeezing down all those chimneys," Santa told himself.
Moment's after the last of Santa had disappeared, the young man got to his feet and stretched. He took a few breaths, and felt his stomach. "Gonna miss being a bear, but maybe I can teach the boy to be more respectful," he chuckled. "Next year he might even make the good boys list."
He pulled on the red robe, pants and boots. The pants where baggy, held up by a belt. His robe hung off his broad shoulders, but refused to cover his muscular pecs. He fixed a second thick belt which hung loosely around his waist and tucked the excess of robe under it. "This will have to do," I told himself.
Leaving the house, he went to the stables. The reindeer would have to get used to his new scent before their journey.
As he arrived, he glimpsed his reflection in the mirror. he grinned as he adjusted his robe, opening it a little more to reveal his son's body.
"Yes, this is going to be a very Jerry Christmas, and I can see this continuing for many years to come."
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