~A Christmas Wish~

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PART ONE

November 28th.

 Johnathan ran down the stairs, dragging his blanket behind him, and sniffing from a runny nose he had gotten from the cold he was currently suffering from. "Where are you going?" He asked, seeing his mother putting her coat on. "Christmas shopping, not much time left!" She responded reaching for her purse. "Can I go... please?" Johnathan asked with a pleading tone. He had something important he just had to do! "No honey, your sick, you need to be in bed resting. Besides, I might be picking up something for you." She explained. "But, I have to mail something, it's really important!" Johnathan moaned. "Well give it to me, I'll mail it for you." Mrs. Thomas offered. "You promise you won't forget?" Johnathan inquired. "Yes, I promise I won't forget." Mrs. Thomas swore with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

 Johnathan dropped his blanket, and bolted back up the steps. From the foyer, Mrs. Thomas could hear her son run down the hall, fling his door open, trip over something he should have put away, rummage through his desk, and rush back down to her. "Here, Remember, it's REALLY important!" he reminded his mother. Mrs. Thomas took a quick look at it, curious as to who it was addresses to, a Mr. S. Clause, smiled that smile of a Mother's joy at her child's innocence and tucked the later safely in her purse. "I'll see that it gets handed to Santa himself." She promised as she bent down to kiss Johnathan on his forehead, which felt warm from the fever he had had for the last few days. "Now go back to bed." She insisted with a playful swat to his bottom. "Moooommmmmm." Johnathan moaned as he walked back up the stairs.

 "And put away whatever it is you tripped over!" She called up to him as she opened the front door to leave. She smiled again as she heard him mumble something about not liking his room clean, and closed the door behind her, locking it with her key, always protective of her son.

 Johnathan jumped into bed, without picking up the book he had tripped over, and pulled the covers over himself. He smiled a sigh of relief, certain that his letter to Santa would get to him, and maybe, just maybe he would get his wish! He knew your normally were supposed to ask Santa for toys, but he didn't want any toys this year, he wanted something really special, something he had wanted for a long time, but had never had the nerve to ask for. Certainly Santa would understand! Wouldn't he?

To Be Continued!

PART TWO

December 24

 Like every other twelve year-old, Johnathan took his bath, and went to bed earlier than usual. Santa was coming tonight, and he wouldn't show up until Johnathan was in bed. It took him a while to fall asleep, the excitement of Christmas always made it hard to fall asleep, but eventually he drifted off.

 Sometime in the middle of the night, he had the weirdest dream! It seemed so real, he almost believed it really happened, but it was just too weird. It was just a dream, a really good dream, but still, just a dream. He dreamt that his mother came into his room in the middle of the night and... well, it was just a dream, right?

December 25

 Johnathan woke up at a quarter to six, but he was on strict orders not to get out of bed until 6:30 because last year he had gotten his mother up at 4, so she had promised him that if he got up before 6:30, he wouldn't be allowed to open his presents until bedtime! He couldn't wait that long! It drove him almost crazy, but he stayed in bed and watched the minutes tick by on his clock, so slow he could have sworn they went backwards a couple of times! He dozed off for a few minutes, and it was only 5:53, he dozed off again and when he woke is was 6:07, He dozed off again and stayed asleep.

 "Morning JT" Mrs. Thomas said softly, running her fingers through his brown, messy hair. "Morning Mom" He replied rubbing his eyes. Then it hit him, she hadn't called him "JT" since he was a little kid. "You ready to get up?" She asked starting to pull his blanket down. "Yup!" He stated, springing upright. "No, no, we're not quite ready yet, lay back down." She instructed, putting her hand on his chest, to gently direct him down, until he was laying flat on his back again. "Got to get your diaper changed first!" She added, pulling the blankets completely off of him. "My what?" He asked, his eyes springing open in shock. "Why, your diaper of course! You silly little boy." She commented. Just then, he heard the unmistakable sound of a diaper's tape tab being pulled loose. He couldn't believe it, he didn't believe it! He was too shocked to speak. He laid there stunned, as the second tape tab was removed and his diaper... HIS DIAPER!... was slowly pulled out from under him. "My, my, dry this morning, that's not like you." Mrs. Thomas commented as she tossed the diaper into JT's trash can. "Better, get you cleaned up anyway." She decided, reaching for a tub of baby wipes that had not been on his nightstand the night before. JT shivered a little, both from shock, and from the chill of being naked in winter. Mrs. Thomas ignored this, and went about her work, removing a baby wipe from the tub and cleaning JT's diaper area. "There, nice and clean" She commented in what was almost "babytalk" as she pulled a diaper out from a basket next to the bed. JT watched with anticipation as she carefully, and slowly unfolded the diaper, lifting the leg gathers into place, and testing the wristband with a playful stretch. "Lift up for mommy." Mrs. Thomas requested as she slid the diaper under Jt's bottom. She pulled the diaper snug between his legs, again adjusting the elastic to be sure there were no gaps which might cause a leak and held the diaper firmly against his waist with her palm, as she brought the left side around to the front with her free hand, and attached the tape, which she sealed with a few soft pats of her hand. Then she brought the other side around and attached it's tape, for a snug fit around JT's waist. "There, all nice and fresh." She said, proud of her work. "Stand up now." She asked, as she, herself, rose to her feet. Nervously, but excitedly, JT stood up, the bulk of his diaper forcing him to keep his feet spread a little more than he was used to.

 JT looked over toward the mirror, and let out a little smile as he saw himself, diapered, his padded but sticking out from under his shirt. "Okay Baby, step in." Mrs. Thomas instructed, holding out a garment she intended for him to wear. JT put one foot in a foot hole, and then the other. It was then he realized that the garment was a footed sleeper, as he had expected to step in and feel the floor, but instead he felt the fuzzy, slip-resistant feet, as Mrs. Thomas pulled the garment up his body and directed his arms into their assigned holes. She zipped it up all the way to JT's neck as he was suddenly surrounded by warmth. "Okay, let's go downstairs now." Mrs. Thomas suggested, taking JT's hand and leading him out of the room.

TO BE CONTINUED