A Trans Christamas story

Twas the night before Christmas and no one had guessed, not even the spouse
Who knew her partner so well, or so she proffessed
Stockings were hung on the back of a chair and a card addressed to Nicola should have made her aware
Drunk on despair , her make up a mess, in burst Nick, now Nicola after his wife’s plaintful behest
Stunned silence, bemused The room it fell silent
Whilst people tried to get their heads around this new ident.