December 21st - Treats for Santa by Cleo the Muse
All Ages
Gen, Drabble, AU, Holiday (Christmas), Kidfic (Little Danny)
Warnings: None
Episodes: None
Synopsis: The AO Happy Place Advent Calendar challenge, in which each day of December (until Christmas), a new door is opened on the Advent calendar, and a picture prompt revealed.
Notes: Set in the "All I Want" LD-verse, but reads fine without any knowledge of that series. I was going to stop at 20, but I was begged to keep going, SO...
Word count: 300
Status: Completed as of December 24, 2007

December 21st - Treats for Santa

A tiny crease appeared between the little boy's eyebrows. "But I thought we were supposed to leave Santa cookies and milk."

Jack and Sara O'Neill exchanged amused glances. "Well, that's what most people do, Danny," Sara explained, "but it's an O'Neill family tradition to leave Santa something that will make him remember this house is special."

"My dad always insisted it be mince pie and brandy," Jack continued, squatting so he'd be closer to the height of his adopted son. "Those were his favorite holiday treats, and he said that Santa wouldn't forget whose house he was at if he got mince pie and brandy."

"What're those?"

"Mincemeat is mostly just a fruit and nut mix," Sara answered. "Brandy's a type of alcoholic beverage."

"Which means my dad never let me have any of it," Jack added, lower lip protruding in an exaggerated pout, and Danny giggled at his dad's theatrics. "Now, I like pecan pie and chocolate milk, so that's what we're gonna leave for him here."

Having only recently been a forty year-old genius with three doctorates, Danny was able to think faster than the average five year-old, and soon had the information processed and filed away in his capacious brain. "So we're supposed to leave your favorites for Santa so he'll remember us the next time?"

Jack chuckled and squeezed his shoulder. "You got it, kiddo. Now get your scrawny little butt in bed or Santa might forget there's a kid in this house."

Eyes widened with horror, the little scamp headed for his bedroom down the hall, but stopped before disappearing around the corner. "Shouldn't we leave him pizza and beer, then?"

Lips twitching, Jack choked out, "Goodnight, Daniel."

As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut, Jack and Sara burst into helpless laughter.

Author's Notes:
Consider my arm sufficiently twisted into continuing.