Merry Christmas

Not even The North Pole was immune from the effects of the Great Shift. While it only happened a few days before the holidays, Santa Claus was determined not to let the Shift ruin the Christmas season. He quickly returned to his workshop as soon as possible. He convinced his elves of his true identity by rattling off the first hundred or so names on the “nice” list. Then he had Mrs. Claus get to work on altering his suit. After all, he was much shorter now and probably about a third his former weight. He was surprised when she returned with a dress that she had sewn him, but he had to admit that it now seemed more than appropriate for his new body.

By Christmas Eve, everything was on schedule. It would probably be an odd sight, to see a petite Asian woman riding on the sled instead of a plump, jolly, old man, but Santa knew it wouldn’t be a problem. He knew that no one would actually see him that night; no one ever actually saw him. He could keep up the legend. No one would ever have to know that Santa, along with the rest of the world, had been swapped by the Great Shift.