A Letter To Santa
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: PG
Category: Humor, Christmas.
Season: Any
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack Tells Santa What He Really Wants For Christmas-Not What You Think!
Written For The Ancient Obsessions Advent Challenge:December 13 (Letter To Santa)…
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It was December in Minnesota, and a soft snow filtered down from the heavens, adding to the already substantial amount of the white stuff on the ground.
A beautiful cabin in the woods, lightly covered with a fresh coat of powder and complete with a soft curl of smoke rising from the chimney, made for a picture perfect Christmas card scene.
But the man inside the cabin certainly wasn't in the holiday spirit.
He sat on his couch, every inch of his body sore.
His joints ached and his muscles protested nearly every move he made.
He felt old and tired, and that put him in a rather crotchety mood.
He'd been dwelling on this fact for most of the night, and it showed in the nearly permanent scowl on his face.
But as he lifted his third beer to his lips, a random thought flitted across his mind, and then took hold of it.
The beginnings of a smile quirked his mouth upward just a bit.
The man stood and went to his computer.
He began to type, still smiling as he did so.
After several drafts and far too much worry about grammar and composition, he was satisfied with his work.
He leaned back and surveyed his message for a final time, then nodded with determination and hit 'send'.
Dear Santa,
I've been a very good boy this year.
And I really only want one very special thing for Christmas.
Well, ok, so I've only been mostly good most of the time, and I'd really like a few things, like peace on earth and good will toward men, but Santa…
I'd settle for a snowblower.
Sincerely,
Jack O'Neill
Santa never received his e-mail, but two humans and a Jaffa did.
Colonel O'Neill never had to shovel snow again.