A king is born
I do not own Newsies in any way.
Song off the CD A Jersey Boys Christmas.
A/N-I am not comparing Spot to Jesus in any way.
Spot Conlon sat in the Brooklyn Catholic Church Christmas Eve around midnight.
One of his newsies, Sparkle, came in.
"Spot, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Sitting and thinking on my birthday", Spot said.
"You were born on Christmas?" Sparkle asked.
"Yeah", Spot said.
*15 years ago*
Glitter and Red were sitting in the living room of the Brooklyn Lodging House.
Glitter felt a sharp pain in her stomach. "Red!" Glitter shrieked.
The caretaker at the time helped Glitter into the back room.
After 3 hours, the baby was born.
"What should we name him? Jesus?" one of the older boys joked.
"Shut-up", Red snapped.
"Liam Conlon", Glitter said, "It's a good Irish name".
"I like it", Red said. He took Liam from Glitter.
Liam reached out his tiny hands and grabbed Red's finger.
"You're going to be king someday", Red said.
*Present*
"If it makes you feel any better…I know you're not Jesus or anything, but you're my hero Spot. Ever since you saved me from those guys. Who knows what they would've done to me if you hadn't save me", Sparkle said. She dropped a few coins in the donation box and walked back over to Spot. "Merry Christmas Liam 'Spot' Conlon", she said. She lightly pecked him on the lips and left.
"She's a nice girl", the owner of the church said.
Spot recognized the gray eyes. "Merry Christmas Dad", Spot said.
"Merry Christmas son", he said hugging Spot, "My little king".