Jack's entire form was tingling just like that feeling you get when your foot is asleep. He felt the urge to more his hands in an attempt to establish feeling in them, but he found he was unable to move any part of his body. All that he could do was stand there, in the presence of the one and only Santa Clause, someone who wasn't even supposed to exist.
Then something else seemed to be happening. Jack became confused as he realized that Santa's face was rising above his field of vision. He tried to speak but found that his lips were just as numb as the rest of him and he just couldn't form the words. It was then that the jolly old elf spoke.
"You probably have a question or two on your mind Jack. You see, Christmas magic is a very powerful thing. I'm sure you've heard the old song:"He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake." In other words, I know all about you. Also, it's true that I'm a very busy man but every now and again, I'm allowed to take a little time off to have some fun of my own."
Throughout this little monologue, Jack continued to sink towards the floor. He began to worry about what Santa meant by 'fun' if it involved shrinking him. Thankfully, his pajamas shrank with him, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief as the feeling of numbness and his shrinking ceased when his head reached Santa's waist. Jack tried to move again but he was as stuck as before.
Seemingly sensing the boy's feelings, Santa stepped forward and patted the boy's head.
"Now, now, don't be afraid my boy. It wouldn't be a Christmas gift if I didn't think you'd enjoy it."
And with that, the jolly old elf began to press down firmly on Jack's head. Jack blinked in surprise as he suddenly felt a momentary relaxing feeling, like his muscles had turned to jelly. And then everything went black...
Santa pulled back his hand, revealing Jack, or what was left of him anyway. Jack had been flattened down into a disk like form. He looked like a Frisbee with a frozen picture of Jacks face and wide open hands plastered on the top. Santa picked up the disk and examined it closely. He flipped it over and saw that Jacks bare feet were plastered on the other side.
"Even a jolly old elf like me needs a few toys." he smirked.
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