A/N: Okay, this is something that I started writing in honor of Hanukkah. For all of you who don't know what that is, it's a Jewish festival that takes place in the middle of winter to celebrate the restoration and rededication of the temple in Jerusalem. This story is based off the idea: What if Jack's family was Jewish?
I got the idea when someone asked me why it was always assumed that Jack was Catholic. Well, in this I assume differently!
A/N 2: I just changed some facts in this one because who I had written down as staying and leaving didn't work in my mind. Nothing really relevent to the plot, but you should check out those paragraphs anyway.
Jack sighed as he entered his house after a grueling day at the office. He put his jacket on the coat rack and walked into his living room with a glass of warm scotch to counter act the chill of late autumn.
He looked down at his answering machine and found it blinking a red number one. Curious as to who would call him, as his team and everyone else at the SGC called his cell phone and he didn't even think they knew he had a house telephone, he hit the 'play' button.
A female voice filled the air, "Hi Jonathan, it's your sister, Tamar. I'm just calling to remind you that it's your turn to host Hanukkah this year – and there's no getting out of it this time mister! I know for a fact that you're riding a desk now. You told me yourself. So, I'll expect a call from you within the next couple of days for you to try and make your excuses, but I'll warn you right now that there will be no getting out of it this time. Bye, Jonathan."
Jack sighed and pressed the erase button. He had completely forgotten that it was his turn to host the annual 'O'Neill Family First Night of Hanukkah Party'. The past five years he had SG1 scheduled to be off world for the night of the party. But then he had to open his big trap this year and tell his one and only sister, Tamar, that he was riding a desk, and not going out of the country as much.
Resigned to his fate of having to house all five of his brothers' and his sister's families in a mere two week's time, he got his telephone and gave his sister the call back that she had been expecting.
She picked up on the second ring, "Hello, Jonathan."
"Hello, Tamar. How are the kids?"
"They're fine, a bit put out that they haven't seen their Uncle Jonathan since the Thanksgiving before last, but they're doing fine other than that."
"Oh, he's the same as always. He keeps on complaining that you never talk to him anymore. I swear, I think that man married me just for my family!"
Jack laughed softly, "I wouldn't be surprised, we were practically the only other Jewish family in that entire neighborhood. He didn't have very many options."
Tamar laughed at her brother, "That's not true and you know it! There were five other families with daughters that went to our synagogue. He chose me because he loves me."
"Okay, Tam. Okay. So, what's this I hear about me having to host Hanukkah this year? I thought it was just the first night?"
"Yeah, well I was talking with Nathan, Luke, and Samuel last week and we all decided that since we haven't seen you in so long we were just going to come up for the entire week. You know, get the kids out of school and just take the week off. It'll be like Tabernacles in December."
At this Jack really laughed, "That is one of the worst analogies I've ever heard! Didn't you just take the kids out of school two months ago for Tabernacles?"
"Actually they're going to a private Jewish school – they got Tabernacles off as a school holiday."
"Oh, well you do realize that I won't be able to take off the entire week, right?"
"Of course Jack. If Manny and I didn't own our own store we wouldn't be able to do this either. In fact you only have to deal with me, Manny, Nathan and Tris, Samuel and Stephanie and Luke, for the whole week."
"Oh goody Gabe, and Michael are ditching out on us."
"Not exactly, they are coming, but just for the first two nights."
"Fine, it's going to be pretty crowded in my house, but I'll try and get everyone to fit. Oh, and I may just bring in reinforcements."
"What's that supposed to mean, Jonathan?"
"Just don't be surprised if you see a few new faces around my house."
Before his sister could respond, Jack had hung up the phone and went to see if his old Hanukkah decorations were still up to par, and to check and see what he had done with his old, silver menorah.
Ten minutes later Jack swore under his breath at the mess he had created with all the boxes that fit so perfectly in his hall closet, and yet not a one contained the missing decorations. Fortunately, he had found the two hundred year old silver menorah his grandfather had given him at his bar mitzvah.
It took the man another half an hour for him to get his closet back in order. He looked at his clock and saw that it was only 1800 hours, and decided that even now, two weeks from the first night of Hanukkah that he was going to have to call in reinforcements.
The phone rang once before it was answered, "Carter."
"Hey Carter, It's O'Neill. I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?"
"Well, actually I am in the middle of analyzing the data recovered from the block SG17 brought back from…."
"Ahh! I didn't really want to know! Anyway, can you swing by later tonight to help me with something? It's kinda important."
"I'll tell you when you get here. Oh, and bring pizza."
A/N: Well? Did you like it? Remember to review! I have this mostly done, but it's not complete, so I really do want your feedback, please.