The Carson family has a yearly Christmas tradition of asking Santa for what they really want. This year, Santa decides to give it to them... but makes a slight mistake. This story was originally written and posted in 1998.

Beth was confused, hurt, and somewhat angry at her mother's strange remark. She did not have very long to ponder what it could possibly mean as the priest walked in starting the long funeral. Beth had an excellent view of her Grandmothers coffin. It was a symbol really since her grandmothers ashes were inside and a picture of her when she was much younger was on display over the coffin.

“Rachel.” Tracy said, in a soft, sweet voice. “Wake up, Rachel.”

“No. You got to get up now.” Tracy said as she got up and went to Rachel's bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to tickle at Rachel's ear. “You wouldn't be this tired if you hadn't stayed up all night.” Rachel turned over and tried to hide her ears from Tracy, so Tracy went to plan B and uncovered Rachel's feet and began tickling her toes.

Edited by Djkauf

Tracy returns! She's in Livermore, staying with friends and missing her mother, it can get better, right?

Beth had not seen her family in some time. Last year at Thanksgiving she had been so busy with studying for her exams that she couldn't get away. Then at Christmas she had volunteered as an elf for the children's ward at the hospital only finding out at the last minute her family was going away to visit her grandmother a few provinces away.

Dottie’s bad day - A Jaci and Dottie story

Did you ever wonder what might happen if the owner of a lifetime pass to Bikini Beach became an organ donor? This is the story of one who did, and of the four organ recipients.

An explanation of the title follows the story.

Much thanks to Elrod for his editing this story and agreeing to let it be posted. Thanks also to Steve Zink and Caleb Jones for their comments and suggestions, some of which were even taken in the final editing of this story.

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Chapter 45

Officer Jane Clancy…

It’s part of the job. And it is one of the reasons that I did join the force. Catching and putting away child molesters. Pedophiles make my skin crawl and they also trigger part of my PTSD.

Yes, I, like a whole list of women at some point in our live, was sexually abused. For me it was an “Uncle” really just a friend of the family but a close one and we never thought that he’d do something like that but he did.

And it took me years to get over what he had done.