It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a newsie was stirring, not even a – cowboy.

Jack had been kindly invited by Sarah Jacobs to spend the week of Christmas at her house just 3 days earlier, and now he was sound asleep in the guest room, dreaming of Santa Fe. This was of course, because he had graciously accepted her offer.

Meanwhile, Les was dreaming of the day when he would leave Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs' house and be able to live on his own. Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs were dreaming of the day when Sarah would leave their house and probably move in with some high-class guy she fell madly in love with when they met in Central Park, and Sarah was dreaming of Jack. She was actually dreaming of more than that, but we don't have to get into the details.

But Davey, Davey was different. He slept a peaceful, dreamless sleep, waiting patiently but eagerly for Christmas to arrive the next day.


"Hurry up Davey! Hurry up! You gotta come see what Santa brought us!"

"Ehh… get off of me Les!" David tried to push his younger brother off his bed and managed to keep him away long enough to rub the sleep from his eyes. He lazily sat up and glanced at the clock on his night table. "It's 6 in the morning Les!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't you let me sleep in!"

"Because it's Christmas! Duh!"

David began to lie back down on his old mattress. He obviously had no intention of staying awake. "You can come wake me up again when you turn twenty-three."

"Aw come on! Get up you lazy bum!"

"Les it's not nice to call people bums," David said, half asleep. "But seriously, wake me up in about three hours."

"Fine. Be that way." But Les refused to entertain the notion. He sat down on the floor of his brother's room and quietly played with a deck of cards while waiting for him to fall back asleep. Once he could clearly hear steady breathing with a few snorts mixed in, he stood up and carefully picked up Davey's clock. He delicately turned the knob on the back until the big hand was turned to nine and the little hand to twelve. Then he placed the clock back on the night table, and tip-toed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

After spending about six seconds in the hallway tapping his foot and occasionally looking at an imaginary watch on his wrist, Les barged back into his brother's room, and jumped on his bed. "Ok Davey! It's three hours later! Will you get up now? Please? PLEASE!"

Davey moaned as he once again turned to his clock. "Alright. Nine o'clock." He stretched his arms out wide and gave a huge yawn. "See Les? I'm ready to get up now. Just a little more sleep was all it took." Les chuckled quietly as he practically dragged Davey into the hall and down the stairs.


The Jacobs' tall evergreen tree stood proudly in the corner of their living room, sparkling with bright colorful lights and shining ornaments. A white fleece cloth surrounded the trunk of the tree to catch the needles that fell off of it each day. But the most amazing sight was the beautiful gifts laid under the wide branches of the tree.

In his heart, Davey glowed with joy when he saw all the colorful packages. Some had stripes, some had stars, and some had snowmen! A few also had elegant shining ribbon wrapped around them. But since he wanted to sound mature, David said very sarcastically to his brother, "That's great Les, just great. But refresh my memory. What did you drag me down here for?"

"Aw, you're such a party pooper Davey," Les retorted. "Come on! Let's go wake up the others!"

AN: OK, this is going to be my second fan-fiction total, and my first one that has chapters. In case your wondering, David and Les aren't talking with an accent because – well – they don't really talk with an accent. If it was Jack, or pretty much anyone else, they most definitely would have an accent. And yes, I know it's short, but I'm doing the best I can to make them longer! Please R&R!