Disclaimer: Nothing has changed…I don't own the Tracys, International Rescue, or the Thunderbirds.

Up on the Rooftop

"Daadddyyy!" The peaceful night was disturbed by a young boy's cry of excitement. Before Jeff could even reach the stairs, the small blond barreled into his side. "Daddy, he's on the roof. He's on the roof. I heard him with my own ears."

"Who's on the roof, Alan?" He glanced up at the landing and noticed his other sons. Each was listening intently.

"Santa Claus and his reindeer. They came to bring us presents because we've been good." Pausing briefly, he looked upstairs at one brother in particular. "Well, we were mostly good this year." Four snickers followed his comment.