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  Or maybe she was fabric being ripped to tatters, to be transformed into some new kind of creature never before known. He was pumping faster now, they were moving together, pounding their hips into each other. There was a sound like thunder and everything exploded into stars. She wasn’t Jane anymore, she had no self, no thoughts, no intention but to be now. To take in.

  He bellowed and the sound brought her back into her body, wrapped in his arms, sweat and saliva and her juices all mingling.

  Her legs were flailing and her arms would have been swinging, she might be flying into space, but his arms were tight around her, holding her down, grounded, in this place now with his heavy cock in her, throbbing, exploding into her. She was an animal. They were both animals, grunting and wordless, aware only of this union.

  With heavy breath, he thrust into her a last time. Then once more. She rubbed her clit against his pubic bone, reveling in the fullness of his cock still in her, delighting in the tingle it sent up her spine, the spasm that shook her whole body, and his too. A guttural noise came from his throat, and he lay his forehead on hers, both soaked with sweat. His eyes looking into hers were the black, intent eyes of the reindeer. He could see into her in the clear, pure way of an animal, that doesn’t get twisted or obfuscated by words. She felt more exposed at this moment than she had ever before, but she had been purified by their union so she let him look all the way into her without looking away. Eyes open, she held his gaze, and they both smiled. She grabbed his face again and kissed him, his luscious meaty lips, then laughed with delight. He lay his head down on her shoulder. She drank in the furry, herbaceous aroma of his hair until she fell asleep.

  ***

  “Mom, Mom, wake up!” The kids burst into the room laughing and shouting, and jumped onto the bed. Jane, startled from deep sleep, reached across the bed for something, she didn’t know what, but found only empty air, blankets, and the children’s limbs, which she pulled in for a big hug.

  “Are you gonna sleep all day?” Daniel asked.

  “We waited as long as we could. Time to get up and open presents!” Serena said. “We got some from Santa!”

  “We did?” Jane asked, confused. She hadn’t signed up for the gift program for poor people run by the local churches this year, so the few gifts she’d put under the tree had all been signed “Love, Mom.”

  She rubbed her face, trying to wake herself. She couldn’t remember ever sleeping more deeply or restfully. The sun was fully up and glittering off the snow outside the window.

  “Guess what Mom, I dreamed there was a reindeer in your room last night,” Daniel was saying.

  “I heard him! I thought it was a cow!” Serena added.

  “You guys have some crazy dreams,” Jane said, as Serena mooed in an imitation of Range’s orgasmic bellow so accurate it jogged Jane into recalling her Christmas Eve encounter. Great heavens, had that been real? She felt a little tingly in her nethers, remembering Range’s touch, his kisses, his scent . . .

  “Look, the reindeer left footprints!” And sure enough, there were fresh deer tracks in the snow, leading away from the house.

  “Com on, Mom, get up!” Daniel wouldn’t be distracted.

  “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, it’s time. I’m kinda warm under all these covers, anyway. Go get some cereal while I get dressed.”

  But of course they went straight to the living room instead, and dove into the pile of packages under the tree. By the time Jane joined them there, they’d opened most of them.

  “Mom, look, a tent! We can go camping!” Daniel shouted. “I can’t wait to go out in the woods. Will there be bears?”

  “It depends where we go,” she answered. “Where did all the camping gear come from?”

  “That’s from Santa,” said Serena. “We told you. The churchy people must’ve had a good year.”

  “I didn’t—I guess so,” said Jane.

  “There’s a card for you.” Daniel handed her a red envelope, addressed in a spidery hand: To Janie.

  She opened the envelope. There wasn’t a card, but a letter.

  Dearest Janie,

  Go regularly into the wilderness, away from electronic devices, and take the children with you. Immerse yourself in the natural world, which is your true home. It is where you’ll always find yourself, when you feel lost. It will also make the burdens of daily life feel lighter, to hold to your connection with nature.

  Always remember our time together. Let the feeling of our perfect moment be a guide to you. Follow that feeling to find the place in the world where you belong, among the people who will nurture you. They are closer than you think. You needn’t go through life alone. Very soon, there will be a person in particular who will support and nurture you, who will love and worship you in the way that you deserve.

  Until we meet again, I remain—

  Yours, Rangifer

  “Poor Mom, she only got a card,” Daniel said.

  “I got her a present, though. But it’s homemade, not from a store,” Serena said apologetically, holding out a package.

  “I’m sure it’s awesome,” said Jane, taking the box wrapped in paper decorated with pictures of fat, white-haired Santa. “My favorite gifts never come from a store. This card from Santa? It’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever been given.”

  Thank you for reading Santa Shifter. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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