On a frigid December night outside a suburban Chicago church, a group of parents and wide-eyed children line up to see Santa Claus.
He awaits them with the classic St. Nick look: pink, cherubic cheeks, twinkling eyes, a gray beard and a plump belly – squeezed into a red suit with white fur trim – that shakes “like a bowl full of jelly” when he laughs.
But when a thin teenager with ripped jeans, tousled hair and a gray hoodie sits down next to him, it soon becomes clear that this is no ordinary Santa.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Trans Santa,” he says. He looks at the teenager and asks: “Pronouns?”
“They, them,” the teen answers, looking up with surprise.
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