Jingle My Bells

A merry mated matrimony… All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth. Well, okay, literally speaking I want these two legs I'm standing on to be permanent. I want my scales to not pop up if it rains or if someone spills their drink on me. I want a house on land and a pet that has fur instead of two rows of razor sharp teeth.

I've always felt like a crab out of her shell except when I'm on land. Except sirens can't control their shifting. But I found the loophole, the key to gaining my freedom and the life I've always wanted. Now I just have to find a guy willing to marry me.