Jon turned towards the sound and saw his Goth sister Zoe. She was coming out of her bedroom.
In the blink of an eye, his sister morphed into the likeness of Santa Claus ... except, there was something odd about the way he looked. He had a white beard and was still quite chubby, just like the one from stories. But instead of wearing red, he was wearing black, and his skin was pale white - there were no sign of any rosy cheeks. And ... what was around his eyes? Was that black eyeliner? It was like his sister had become some sort of Goth version of Santa Claus.
"Zoe?" Jon asked. "Are you alright?" He knew that this had something to do with that careless wish he made a moment earlier, but he had no idea if the person standing in front of him was still his sister.
The gothic Santa turned towards him and said ...
