-----On the night before Christmas, Jerium had stayed up all night so he could see Santa Clause. And, when the time came, he dressed himself in the outfit he wore that day before sneaking out of the house (but not before taking his school bag along with him and stuffing some snacks inside it, so he could have something to eat while he waited).

-----It wasn't long, as Jerium sat out in his front yard, that Santa did indeed arrive and land upon the roof of his house, sled, reindeer, and all. He called out to him by name, in quite a rude and brusque manner, and Santa, seemingly surprised for a moment, eventually did respond by hopping from the roof, to the ground, with relative ease. Once Santa stood before him, looming over him like a giant, he scowled at the condescending, sympathetic look he was given before Santa shook his head with disappointment.

-----"Jerium Sanders," Santa began evenly. "You have been a particularly naughty boy this year: you are violent, verbally abusive, and have threatened the lives of your peers; you are selfish, uncaring, and impose hardships on others."

-----If anything, Jerium's scowl deepened, and his eyes narrowed, upon hearing this. "So [censor!] what?"

-----Santa once again shook his head in disappointment, which really irked Jerium. "Child," Santa regarded him with a sad expression. "You have even burdened me with a hardship... This is much harder for me to do while you're awake; I would have felt better if you had been asleep and unaware."

-----"What are you talking about?" Jerium replied cautiously, glaring up at the wisened old man of fairy tales with contempt.

-----Santa reached up toward his cap, and procured a pouch from under it while he held it up with his other hand. "Your mother..." He began to explain as he set his cap down and held the pouch in front of his large belly. "After many years of disbelief, she has once again asked, no, pled to me to grant her a gift..."

-----Jerium eyed the pouch Santa held with suspicion, before looking back up at him defiantly. "Why should I care?"

-----"Because," Santa pulled the string that cinched the pouch closed, and it slipped away, allowing access to the contents inside. "She thought that you never would have turned out the way you did, despite her best efforts, if you had been born a girl." And with that said, he quickly swept the pouch before himself, and the sparkly dust expelled from it and covered the boy in front of him.

-----"And soon," Santa continued, as he watched Jerium back away in surprise while screaming and trying to wipe away the dust that covered him. "Your mother will have a lovely daughter who goes by the name of Phoebe, who respects her mother and tries her best to emulate her."

-----"No!" Jerium screamed.

-----Desperate, Jerium withdrew the box cutter from his pants pocket, that he often used to threaten and bully his peers with, and lunged at Santa with an impulsive cry. The scene then focuses on Santa's shocked visage as the world becomes engulfed in a flash of light.

-----When it was all over, Jerium sat upon the fallen form of Santa Claus, panting laborously, and feeling slightly gripped by shock. He, or rather she, had just killed Santa... And while she, at first, was relieved that the magic in that dust faded as its owner's life had (before it could finish its job), she now wished that she had lost her mind to Phoebe, to rid her conscience of what deed she had committed... Killing someone, she knew was a great wrongdoing; there was no satisfaction in it that came with all of the other things she had done... And she had gained nothing by stealing something important from many lives, that she couldn't benefit from, and would only pay the price for. Unless...

-----Maybe the magic dust had altered her mind a bit; she didn't know. But when she regarded the reindeer... It just seemed like the right conclusion to come to, to take Santa's place and carry on his legacy. She didn't think she deserved it, but she had to do something to make up for what she had done. And whether or not it had been the magic dust or what she had just done that had opened her eyes to the wrongness of her actions, past and present, she knew she didn't want to continue being Jerium.

-----Therefore, Phoebe decided now was as good as any other time to change, to accept what had happened, and move on. And, perhaps, she could hope that everyone, especially Santa Claus (if he were up in Heaven or something), could forgive her, and allow her to make amends as best as she can do, as irreversible as her actions will forever be.