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Disclaimer: JAG and its characters belong to Paramount and CBS. No copyright
infringement intended, I'm simply borrowing these wonderful characters for the
amusement of fellow shippers everywhere.
A/N: I'm in a little bit of a funk chicas, which is great in the sense that I've got great
material for "Starcrossed" but … it's Christmas guys and well … I wanted to post
something a little more cheerful. This is short, I couldn't think of anything more to write
at the moment, but I REALLY wanted to share something with you all. It's my attempt at
trying to get back in to the Christmas spirit, it's hard when you're alone and far away
from home, but oh well. It's the season to be merry and I'm going to attempt to be so
even if it kills me! :o) I hope you enjoy this.
Now on w/ the show …
Oh … P.S. Amanda, Tania, Navy Babe, Evil Twin Too … thanks guys, for your feedback, I'm REALLY
glad you liked it! You chicas have NO idea how much your comments meant to me, they really do help
make me feel like … this is a kinda friendship we have, an equal give and take, which inspires, drives me
to keep on writing. You gals are just too great! This is for you … my wonderful reviewers! *G*
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From Ch.1 ...
"I was all set to give you a trial. Dad always says everyone is in … innocent until proven guilty. But you
came down the stairs. The chimney isn't broken. So the verdict is obbviously guilty. Punissshment is …"
The little girl stated as she brought her arm down a little and took aim, right bellow Santa's belt buckle.
Mr. Claus for his part was half amused and half alarmed, not knowing whether to take his present
predicament at face value. Surely a child who looked the part of an angel wouldn't do what he thought she
planned to do. Then he remembered her parentage and thought, {I've got to find cover!}
{Oh no, oh no, oh no!!} Trey worried .The situation had gotten * way * out of hand. What was he to do, what
was he to do?
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I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus – Chapter Two
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked
up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night
Hi! My name is Harmon Matthew Rabb III. Quite a mouth full, I know, that's why they call me Trey.
Much better don't you think? And don't tell my dad, but I think it's a much cooler name too, after all
who'd want to be called … well … Harmon? My mum only calls me that when I'm in trouble, she goes,
"Harmon Matthew Rabb, front and center now?!!" Of course it kinda gets confusing when both my dad
and I are in trouble, which luckily doesn't happen too often. You see, though I may look like my dad, I
have my mother's brains, which is a good thing, otherwise I'd be getting in to trouble * all * the time like
Cat.
Oh I forgot to mention her didn't I? Which is stupid because this all started because of her. Cat, Catherine
Mackenzie Rabb is my younger sister, and a pest. I think my dad dropped her on her head when she was
born- it messed up her thinking- and didn't say anything because he was afraid our mother would kick his
six. She could to you know. My mom is after all the JAG and a Marine, she could probably kick your
dad's six too!
Cat she looks like mom. I mean * exactly * like mom, but well her brain is kinda like … well you know
how your head feels after going on the wildest roller coaster ride, well I think Cat's brain is like that ALL
the time. She doesn't know up from down. If she did we wouldn't be in this mess now: Holding Santa at
slingshot point, yeeshh!
It all started earlier on today, at AJ's house, AJ as in AJ Roberts, not big AJ as in Grandpa AJ. (He's not
*really* our grandpa but he walked our mother down the isle so he's close enough.) People look at me
funny when I just say AJ so I'm clearing things up for you now to avoid confusion later.
Anyhow we were at AJ's for the yearly Christmas Eve party doing what kids do while mum was waiting
for dad….
ROBERT'S RESIDENCE
December 24th, 2010
1700 HRS EST
"Does too"
"Does not!"
"Does too, too, too!!"
"Does, not, not, not, triple not!!!"
"Does too, too, too, times infinity!!!"
Getting frustrated with the brown eyed squirt the blonde haired one squeezed the trigger on his water gun-the ones they'd been given to clear up some nicks in the small pond they'd cleared up for playing hockey-
hoping to shut her up that way at the very least. No such luck.
Having not a weapon of her own to retaliate with Cat catapulted on to Francis- or Fizz as he's better
known- Roberts.
She managed to get in a punch here and there as well as a few handfulls of snow before being grabbed from behind. "Let go, he's, he's a … a
… spook!"
Scrabbling to his feet Fizz was quick to defend his honor, "Am not!"
"Are too!" Cat shouted back.
"Okay cool your jets pest!" Trey ordered in as stern a voice as he could muster while holding both his
mirth and sister back.
"You want to go first Rabb or shall I?" Asked AJ Roberts from behind both the Rabb offspring's.
Shoving her brother's arms away she turned to glare at both him and AJ.
"That, that … spook dared to … to …" So angry she could barely get the words out she had to stop a sec to
collect herself.
Fizz just rolled his eyes. Being a whole two years older than the pipsqueak meant he had more control over
his emotions. He wasn't about to yell over her just so his brother could hear his defense when by looking at
AJ he already knew that he was going to be getting up-close- and- personal with his brother's stinky socks,
if he wanted his parents to never hear of the incident. He could just imagine it now, "Francis Roberts!
Don't you know it's ungentlemanly to get in to fights with girls, especially girls younger than you?!" His
mother would shriek and he'd whine back, "But mooommm Cat aint no girl, she's a, a, mini marine!" His
mother's response would be her infamous glare, the one that says- you're grounded for two weeks, no TV
or after school playing for that duration, double dishes duty, and an apology to be given to the offended
party. And that would only be the start of it, who knows what other punishments she'd heap on given the
time to think. And he knew why too. It's because of Aunt Mac and baby Sarah. Shaking his head to rid
himself of the sad feelings that came up when he remembered the tale of his older sister he focused on the
miniature version of his favorite aunt, cheeks red from the cold and her anger.
Pointing a finger at Fizz accusingly, Cat began her rant, again. "He… he… said that … that Santa Claus
wasn't real!" She finally managed to get out in a huff.
Fizz watched as both his brother and Trey attempted to not burst out laughing. Sure he was only six but he
knew that getting in to a fight with the feisty pipsqueak over such a small thing was really not worth all the
headache that was surely to follow. He saw by the look in his brother's eyes and the shake of his head that
he was thinking the exact same thing.
Trey was the first to calm down, he may have been nearly four years younger than AJ but he was his
mother's son and had a marine like control that astounded many. Such control and discipline for one so
young was quite … unnerving.
"Okay squirt calm down." Reaching out Trey grabbed on to one of her arms and propelled her towards one
of the benches that surrounded the Roberts' back yard.
Having seated Cat he sat himself down beside her, his hand still holding her arm. He knew how important
her belief in Santa was to her. Especially when she thought it was her wish to Santa that brought their mom
safely back home last Christmas. Taking a moment to think he let her arm go only to wrap his own around
her shoulders.
"You know Cat, it's not easy for others to believe in things they can't see. It's like God, you and I believe
he exists because Mom and Dad taught us to, but you know Annie, Neurotic Annie, she doesn't believe in
God because she thinks because she can't see him he mustn't be real." At her nod he continued, "Fizz is
just like that. He has trouble believing in Santa because well, you know baby Sarah … died …around
Christmas, they didn't get their little miracle. Add on to that the fact he can't see him, nor probably never
will because he doesn't believe, well, you understand why he said what he did, right?"
Tear filled eyes stared up at him. Her brother was her hero; he always had been and always would be.
Next to her parents he was the most perfect person on the face of the planet, no, in the universe. She loved
him bunches and couldn't remember loving him more than she did right then.
Reaching up she kissed his cheek then scrambled down off the bench and took the few steps over to a
somewhat guilty looking Roberts.
Standing on her tiptoes she gave the startled blue-eyed boy a peck on his right cheek. By way of an
explanation she whispered as she was turning to leave, "I'm sorry you don't believe in Santa, I'll believe
enough for the both of us." That said she scurried off, as best she could in the knee deep snow, in the direction of the house.
Fizz continued to stand there, dazed, feeling warm, fuzzy feelings creep upon him. "Yuck!" The words
however did not have the desired affect, instead of the grossness that he hoped would follow the emotion
expressed, the warmth he didn't express continued to spread until his cheeks flushed a very visible shade of
red. A red that was apparent even through the slight pinkish hue enduced by the cold winter air.
Chuckling at his younger brother's predicament AJ Roberts merely patted the boy on his shoulders and
headed for the house himself only stopping to pose a question to the remaining Rabb.
"Neurotic Annie?" He wasn't even sure if Trey even knew what the word 'neurotic' meant.
Smiling sheepishly Trey bowed his head as he answered. "We umm overheard dad calling Mrs. Annie
Cummings-you know our new neighbors- that. It kinda stuck. Now every time Cat or I meet someone with
the same name it kinda just pops up in our heads. And when I met the Annie I was talking about just now,
you know the one that keeps trying to get me in trouble in class, I thought the name never fit anyone
better." He finished off while squirming in his seat.
For some odd reason as suave as the young Rabb was in most matters he seemed to get flustered when it
came to discussing female attention directed towards him. It confused AJ a great deal. He could only
imagine how flustered Trey would get if he told him that girls in his grade were checking him out. Fizz's
blush which had reached rose red proportions would have paled in comparison.
All three heads popped up when they heard Uncle Sturgis call them in to the house for dinner. AJ watched
as the uneasiness brought forth by their conversation melted away with the mention of food. Trey was his
mother's son, Aunt Mac's appetite was renowned amongst the tight knit JAG family and well …Trey was
runner up for the title of 'Trash Compactor', he'd eat everything and anything, well not * anything *.
Uncle Harm's meatless meatloaf was a definite no-no.
"Come on guys move it!!" Aunt Bobbie was shouting. She was four months pregnant and had become
very impatient around meal times. Uncle Harm had gone as far as dubbing her, temporarily of course since
the title was another of Aunt Mac's, 'The Never Ending Eating Machine'.
Scurrying off AJ almost failed to notice that neither of the younger boys were following him. Turning he
watched as Trey attempted to get Fizz out of the dazed state he still seemed to be in. Seeing that it wasn't
working he headed over to help when he spotted the discarded water gun by the bench.
Picking it up he slowly went over to Fizz and reaching around him AJ proceeded to stick the water gun
down the front of his pants, at an angle, and released the trigger.
"Did that do the trick or what?" AJ asked the shocked Rabb as he began to run towards the house with a
very peeved younger Roberts chasing him.
Tbc …? Umm … I'm not sure how accurate this is, as the second youngest of five I haven't really been
around too many little tykes, so … this is pretty much all my interpretation of how I think kids around the
ages I've stated would act. As for Cat's feelings for Trey, they're mostly mine; I adored my older bro, he
was my SUPERMAN, he could do no wrong. That's never changed. This is my second Christmas w/o
him, God rest his soul, and I could think of no better way to remember him than feed off the wonderful
memories of him that I hold dear. BUT if you guys feel I've totally messed up w/ my characterizations,
please tell me so. Thanks chums … enjoy your holidays!
P.P.S This fic should be done in another two chapters, three at the most and all of them will have major shipper content, just thought you'd like to know.:o)
Disclaimer: JAG and its characters belong to Paramount and CBS. No copyright
infringement intended, I'm simply borrowing these wonderful characters for the
amusement of fellow shippers everywhere.
A/N: I'm in a little bit of a funk chicas, which is great in the sense that I've got great
material for "Starcrossed" but … it's Christmas guys and well … I wanted to post
something a little more cheerful. This is short, I couldn't think of anything more to write
at the moment, but I REALLY wanted to share something with you all. It's my attempt at
trying to get back in to the Christmas spirit, it's hard when you're alone and far away
from home, but oh well. It's the season to be merry and I'm going to attempt to be so
even if it kills me! :o) I hope you enjoy this.
Now on w/ the show …
Oh … P.S. Amanda, Tania, Navy Babe, Evil Twin Too … thanks guys, for your feedback, I'm REALLY
glad you liked it! You chicas have NO idea how much your comments meant to me, they really do help
make me feel like … this is a kinda friendship we have, an equal give and take, which inspires, drives me
to keep on writing. You gals are just too great! This is for you … my wonderful reviewers! *G*
*********************************************
From Ch.1 ...
"I was all set to give you a trial. Dad always says everyone is in … innocent until proven guilty. But you
came down the stairs. The chimney isn't broken. So the verdict is obbviously guilty. Punissshment is …"
The little girl stated as she brought her arm down a little and took aim, right bellow Santa's belt buckle.
Mr. Claus for his part was half amused and half alarmed, not knowing whether to take his present
predicament at face value. Surely a child who looked the part of an angel wouldn't do what he thought she
planned to do. Then he remembered her parentage and thought, {I've got to find cover!}
{Oh no, oh no, oh no!!} Trey worried .The situation had gotten * way * out of hand. What was he to do, what
was he to do?
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I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus – Chapter Two
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked
up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night
Hi! My name is Harmon Matthew Rabb III. Quite a mouth full, I know, that's why they call me Trey.
Much better don't you think? And don't tell my dad, but I think it's a much cooler name too, after all
who'd want to be called … well … Harmon? My mum only calls me that when I'm in trouble, she goes,
"Harmon Matthew Rabb, front and center now?!!" Of course it kinda gets confusing when both my dad
and I are in trouble, which luckily doesn't happen too often. You see, though I may look like my dad, I
have my mother's brains, which is a good thing, otherwise I'd be getting in to trouble * all * the time like
Cat.
Oh I forgot to mention her didn't I? Which is stupid because this all started because of her. Cat, Catherine
Mackenzie Rabb is my younger sister, and a pest. I think my dad dropped her on her head when she was
born- it messed up her thinking- and didn't say anything because he was afraid our mother would kick his
six. She could to you know. My mom is after all the JAG and a Marine, she could probably kick your
dad's six too!
Cat she looks like mom. I mean * exactly * like mom, but well her brain is kinda like … well you know
how your head feels after going on the wildest roller coaster ride, well I think Cat's brain is like that ALL
the time. She doesn't know up from down. If she did we wouldn't be in this mess now: Holding Santa at
slingshot point, yeeshh!
It all started earlier on today, at AJ's house, AJ as in AJ Roberts, not big AJ as in Grandpa AJ. (He's not
*really* our grandpa but he walked our mother down the isle so he's close enough.) People look at me
funny when I just say AJ so I'm clearing things up for you now to avoid confusion later.
Anyhow we were at AJ's for the yearly Christmas Eve party doing what kids do while mum was waiting
for dad….
ROBERT'S RESIDENCE
December 24th, 2010
1700 HRS EST
"Does too"
"Does not!"
"Does too, too, too!!"
"Does, not, not, not, triple not!!!"
"Does too, too, too, times infinity!!!"
Getting frustrated with the brown eyed squirt the blonde haired one squeezed the trigger on his water gun-the ones they'd been given to clear up some nicks in the small pond they'd cleared up for playing hockey-
hoping to shut her up that way at the very least. No such luck.
Having not a weapon of her own to retaliate with Cat catapulted on to Francis- or Fizz as he's better
known- Roberts.
She managed to get in a punch here and there as well as a few handfulls of snow before being grabbed from behind. "Let go, he's, he's a … a
… spook!"
Scrabbling to his feet Fizz was quick to defend his honor, "Am not!"
"Are too!" Cat shouted back.
"Okay cool your jets pest!" Trey ordered in as stern a voice as he could muster while holding both his
mirth and sister back.
"You want to go first Rabb or shall I?" Asked AJ Roberts from behind both the Rabb offspring's.
Shoving her brother's arms away she turned to glare at both him and AJ.
"That, that … spook dared to … to …" So angry she could barely get the words out she had to stop a sec to
collect herself.
Fizz just rolled his eyes. Being a whole two years older than the pipsqueak meant he had more control over
his emotions. He wasn't about to yell over her just so his brother could hear his defense when by looking at
AJ he already knew that he was going to be getting up-close- and- personal with his brother's stinky socks,
if he wanted his parents to never hear of the incident. He could just imagine it now, "Francis Roberts!
Don't you know it's ungentlemanly to get in to fights with girls, especially girls younger than you?!" His
mother would shriek and he'd whine back, "But mooommm Cat aint no girl, she's a, a, mini marine!" His
mother's response would be her infamous glare, the one that says- you're grounded for two weeks, no TV
or after school playing for that duration, double dishes duty, and an apology to be given to the offended
party. And that would only be the start of it, who knows what other punishments she'd heap on given the
time to think. And he knew why too. It's because of Aunt Mac and baby Sarah. Shaking his head to rid
himself of the sad feelings that came up when he remembered the tale of his older sister he focused on the
miniature version of his favorite aunt, cheeks red from the cold and her anger.
Pointing a finger at Fizz accusingly, Cat began her rant, again. "He… he… said that … that Santa Claus
wasn't real!" She finally managed to get out in a huff.
Fizz watched as both his brother and Trey attempted to not burst out laughing. Sure he was only six but he
knew that getting in to a fight with the feisty pipsqueak over such a small thing was really not worth all the
headache that was surely to follow. He saw by the look in his brother's eyes and the shake of his head that
he was thinking the exact same thing.
Trey was the first to calm down, he may have been nearly four years younger than AJ but he was his
mother's son and had a marine like control that astounded many. Such control and discipline for one so
young was quite … unnerving.
"Okay squirt calm down." Reaching out Trey grabbed on to one of her arms and propelled her towards one
of the benches that surrounded the Roberts' back yard.
Having seated Cat he sat himself down beside her, his hand still holding her arm. He knew how important
her belief in Santa was to her. Especially when she thought it was her wish to Santa that brought their mom
safely back home last Christmas. Taking a moment to think he let her arm go only to wrap his own around
her shoulders.
"You know Cat, it's not easy for others to believe in things they can't see. It's like God, you and I believe
he exists because Mom and Dad taught us to, but you know Annie, Neurotic Annie, she doesn't believe in
God because she thinks because she can't see him he mustn't be real." At her nod he continued, "Fizz is
just like that. He has trouble believing in Santa because well, you know baby Sarah … died …around
Christmas, they didn't get their little miracle. Add on to that the fact he can't see him, nor probably never
will because he doesn't believe, well, you understand why he said what he did, right?"
Tear filled eyes stared up at him. Her brother was her hero; he always had been and always would be.
Next to her parents he was the most perfect person on the face of the planet, no, in the universe. She loved
him bunches and couldn't remember loving him more than she did right then.
Reaching up she kissed his cheek then scrambled down off the bench and took the few steps over to a
somewhat guilty looking Roberts.
Standing on her tiptoes she gave the startled blue-eyed boy a peck on his right cheek. By way of an
explanation she whispered as she was turning to leave, "I'm sorry you don't believe in Santa, I'll believe
enough for the both of us." That said she scurried off, as best she could in the knee deep snow, in the direction of the house.
Fizz continued to stand there, dazed, feeling warm, fuzzy feelings creep upon him. "Yuck!" The words
however did not have the desired affect, instead of the grossness that he hoped would follow the emotion
expressed, the warmth he didn't express continued to spread until his cheeks flushed a very visible shade of
red. A red that was apparent even through the slight pinkish hue enduced by the cold winter air.
Chuckling at his younger brother's predicament AJ Roberts merely patted the boy on his shoulders and
headed for the house himself only stopping to pose a question to the remaining Rabb.
"Neurotic Annie?" He wasn't even sure if Trey even knew what the word 'neurotic' meant.
Smiling sheepishly Trey bowed his head as he answered. "We umm overheard dad calling Mrs. Annie
Cummings-you know our new neighbors- that. It kinda stuck. Now every time Cat or I meet someone with
the same name it kinda just pops up in our heads. And when I met the Annie I was talking about just now,
you know the one that keeps trying to get me in trouble in class, I thought the name never fit anyone
better." He finished off while squirming in his seat.
For some odd reason as suave as the young Rabb was in most matters he seemed to get flustered when it
came to discussing female attention directed towards him. It confused AJ a great deal. He could only
imagine how flustered Trey would get if he told him that girls in his grade were checking him out. Fizz's
blush which had reached rose red proportions would have paled in comparison.
All three heads popped up when they heard Uncle Sturgis call them in to the house for dinner. AJ watched
as the uneasiness brought forth by their conversation melted away with the mention of food. Trey was his
mother's son, Aunt Mac's appetite was renowned amongst the tight knit JAG family and well …Trey was
runner up for the title of 'Trash Compactor', he'd eat everything and anything, well not * anything *.
Uncle Harm's meatless meatloaf was a definite no-no.
"Come on guys move it!!" Aunt Bobbie was shouting. She was four months pregnant and had become
very impatient around meal times. Uncle Harm had gone as far as dubbing her, temporarily of course since
the title was another of Aunt Mac's, 'The Never Ending Eating Machine'.
Scurrying off AJ almost failed to notice that neither of the younger boys were following him. Turning he
watched as Trey attempted to get Fizz out of the dazed state he still seemed to be in. Seeing that it wasn't
working he headed over to help when he spotted the discarded water gun by the bench.
Picking it up he slowly went over to Fizz and reaching around him AJ proceeded to stick the water gun
down the front of his pants, at an angle, and released the trigger.
"Did that do the trick or what?" AJ asked the shocked Rabb as he began to run towards the house with a
very peeved younger Roberts chasing him.
Tbc …? Umm … I'm not sure how accurate this is, as the second youngest of five I haven't really been
around too many little tykes, so … this is pretty much all my interpretation of how I think kids around the
ages I've stated would act. As for Cat's feelings for Trey, they're mostly mine; I adored my older bro, he
was my SUPERMAN, he could do no wrong. That's never changed. This is my second Christmas w/o
him, God rest his soul, and I could think of no better way to remember him than feed off the wonderful
memories of him that I hold dear. BUT if you guys feel I've totally messed up w/ my characterizations,
please tell me so. Thanks chums … enjoy your holidays!
P.P.S This fic should be done in another two chapters, three at the most and all of them will have major shipper content, just thought you'd like to know.:o)