Once Upon a time there was a child who was really happy.
I *say* child, but he was 13 years old. His name was Christopher Weston Chandler.
He was autistic. This meant he was different from other kids. But this was okay, because he was born in 2005, and had been diagnosed and treated early.
He had plenty of counselor and people to take care of him.
He was very well loved, and had very good parents. He'd been treated kindly and given loads of toys.
When it came to Christmas, Chistopher was stumped. He had been given everything he'd ever wanted, love, kindness, and the world.
So, he had only one wish.
"I hope everyone stays happy, and nothing ever changes."
Christopher was a kind boy. Humble and without hate. He had never wished ill will upon another, and had never felt agony grace his heart.
And so somewhere in the North Pole a fax machine buzzed.