So this is one of the completely rewritten chapters. I really love how it turned out!

I don't own Newsies.

Chapter Six

Flora had decided that it was Christmas time in August and was screaming the Hymns about Christmas. Jack didn't even know where she had learned them. He never believe in any God, so they didn't go to Church. But how had she learned these Hymns?

"SILENT NIGHT! HOLY NIGHT!" Flora was screaming when Jack came to pick her up at the Jacobs'.

After internally groaning, Jack knocked on the door. Pearlie answered it. She looked exhausted.

"Oh, I'se so sorry, Pearlie," Jack said.

Pearlie waved it away. "It wasn't just Flora. Nellie was on it too. Soon she even got Ben involved."

Jack sighed. Pearlie led him inside.

"Flora! Your Papa's here!" Pearlie called.

Inside Nellie's room they could hear the groans. Soon Flora came out, along with Nellie and Ben. The three of them were deep into conversation.

"We have a very special performance for you," Flora announced. She turned to her friends. "Hit it!"

"OH COME ALL YE FAITHFUL! JOIN US IN OUR TRUMPHANT!"

Pearlie buried her face into her hands. Jack rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Flo. Time to go." Jack graped Flora's jacket hanging on the coat rack and put her in it.

He picked Flora up and flung her over his shoulder. After thanking Pearlie for watching Flora, Jack closed the door behind him. She continued to shout Christmas songs down the hall. But Jack gave her a quick spank to make her stop.

For days after, Flora would get together with her friends and they would scream Christmas songs at each other. Jack woke up once to hear,

"HARK THE HAROLD ANGELS SING! GLORY TO THE NEWBORN KING!"

After talking to Flora about the matter, she stopped. Jack was really enjoying the silence. But one December morning while Jack was fixing breakfast Flora started singing,

"Deck the halls with balls of holly!"

He groaned. "Not this again," he muttered underneath his breath. At least she wasn't screaming it this time.

"Poppy, it's time to decorate our Chwistmas twee," Flora announced.

Jack turned around to look at his daughter. "It is? But it's still November, Flo."

She rolled her eyes at him. "No, Poppy. It's December five-ten."

"You'se means fifteen," Jack corrected as he put the oatmeal on the table. "And no rolling yer eyes at me, young lady." She was too young for that.

Flora lunged for the cream and started pouring it in, as fast as it would go. Jack took the jar from her. She pouted but let it slid. Jack helped her with the rest of her meal. Once Jack was done with fixing his oatmeal up, he leaned back in his chair to think.

"I guess we'se can put up the tree today, Ace. We can start after breakfast," Jack decided.

"Yeah!" Flora clapped her hands.

They finished their breakfasts as fast as they could. Flora found the boxes of Christmas decorations in a closet. Jack brought them out one by one, while Flora followed him. Once everything was laid out, Flora noticed something was missing.

"Poppy, were are twee?" Flora asked, as sweet as she could.

"Well, we'se havta go get one," Jack told her.

After putting five layers on Flora and getting himself into his big blue coat, Jack took Flora to central park to get themselves a Christmas tree. They found their perfect tree in no time. Jack carried it back to the apartment. He put it in the living room. Next Flora and himself got down to work.

It was only when Flora was holding one of the most fragile ordainments (it was made out of crystal. It had come from Katherine's mother as a wedding gift), that she tripped over a box. The crystal shattered, spilling all over the place. Flora gasped at the mess. How could she clean this up before Jack got into the room?

"Hey, Flora? I'se heard a crash. What's goin' on?" Jack asked running into the room.

Flora burst into tears. Jack noticed the crystal shards behind her. Instead of getting mad at his daughter, Jack gave her a hug. This seemed to help a little.

"P-Poppy, I-I-I b-broke Mama's ornament!" Flora exclaimed before bursting into tears again. "I-I t-t-tripped! And it broke!"

"Shh, Flora. I ain't mad at you," Jack told her.

Flora dared to look at her father. "You ain't?"

"No. I'm just glad that the ornament broke and not you," Jack replied, "Now can you'se help me by cleaning this mess up?"

She nodded. Jack got out a rag and the wastebasket. Using the rag to pick up the pieces, the two got the job done fast. After Flora picked up the last piece, they completed decorating the tree.

They sat back to admire their work. Flora was grinning. Just seeing her so happy brought Jack peace.

"So what'ya think, Flo?" Jack wondered.

Flora clapped her hands together. "It's the best Chwistmas Twee ever!"

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