A/N: It may be a day early for me to be posting this on Hanukkah, but somewhere right now it IS the first night of Hanukkah. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!

Thank you all so much for all of your support throughout this. It's been a trying story for me to write. I just have one more thing to say to all of you before letting you read the story: check out the song lyrics - they're not the traditional ones.

The wedding was filmed using Daniel's trusty video camera – in the very capable hands of Nathan. The bridal party was small and consisted of Sam's soon to be sister-in-laws as well as Dr. Brightman, whom she had grown close to in the months she had been CMO of the SGC. Sam would never be as close to her as she was to Janet, but Janet had been one of a kind.

The SG3 Marines helped Jack's brothers accomplish in half an hour what had taken five hours to do at Samuel's wedding: a complete and total massacre of the car and hotel room procured for the night.

Lydia started to play the traditional wedding song on her violin; moments later Michael added to it the sounds of his flute. The couple were both professional musicians with Lydia moonlighting as a preschool teacher.

When all the guests had arrived, the wedding party had to move out of Jack's backyard into the street because there was simply too many of them for anything else. Since Jack's closest neighbor was a mile away, it really wasn't a problem for them to set up the 'isle' in the street.

The ceremony was short and very, very Jewish. Sticking with tradition, Lydia had gone out and purchased a very expensive bottle of Jewish wine for the couple to drink, as well as a crystal glass for them to sip from. All in all, it was Sam's dream wedding: she was getting married to her Colonel/General, it was the middle of winter, and she was outdoors. It was as close to perfect as these things get…especially considering the Marines owned the reception.

"Jack! Hurry up, they'll be here soon!"

"Where'd you put my dreidel? I promised the kids I'd play with them this year, Sam!"

"It's down here by the big pile of chocolate gelt that I told you repeatedly not to get!"

"Hey! It's Hanukkah! They deserve to be spoiled a little bit during Hanukkah!"

"I thought they got spoiled rotten during Sukkot!"

"A child needs a lot of spoiling, dear," Jack said from right behind his wife.

Sam smiled as she leaned back into his sturdy frame. This was their second first anniversary. Sam had wheedled her way into getting Jack to celebrate it on the first night of Hanukkah as well as the actual day on the Roman calendar when they tied the knot.

"You better not spoil him too much, Jack," Sam mumbled into his arm, just enjoying the feel of being held by him after such a long wait. "He may get too wrapped up in all of this he'll turn Catholic."

Jack gasped in mock horror, "Weren't you raised Catholic?"


"That's your answer for everything isn't it?"

"At the moment? Yes," Jack's seven-month pregnant wife said as she smiled at him.


I have a little dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Oh dreidel I shall play

Everyone gathered around as the O'Neill men started singing 'The Dreidel Song' in their very off pitch voices.


Oh dreidel dreidel dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Oh dreidel I shall play
I have a little dreidel
I made it out of plastic
If someone steals my dreidel
I'll do something very drastic

Sam grinned like the Cheshire cat when she realized what lyrics the men were using. Being the evil wife she was – she thought she'd sing along with them for the harder ones.


I had a little dreidel
Whose moment of inertia
Was several factors smaller
Than my uncle's yellow Porsche

Stephanie wondered if that was supposed to reflect the silver Porsche Luke had crashed last year right after Hanukkah.


My brother took my dreidel
He swallowed it, he said
Since I can't spin my dreidel
I'll spin my bro instead

Nathan remembered the time Gabriel had "accidentally" swallowed Nathan's favorite dreidel, he wished he had been able to spin Gabe's head. That would have been so cool!


The position of my dreidel
Is quite hard to derive
Its angular momentum
Is certainly .5


The guys started falling out after the first few words in this verse. Sam saw her opportunity and started to sing. This soon caused Tris and Lydia to come out of their hiding spots with the children and lend their voices to the parody.

My dear old friend from Harvard
Said no that can't be right
That with 8 Bunsen burners
Your Menorah you can't light

I then replied quite quickly
Your knowledge is quite small
For my 8 Bunsen burners
Are filled with methanol


All the adults sang loud and proud as the song continued on.

My nerdy little dreidel
Said to a course 6-3
My outcomes are well quantized
I'll do well at MIT


Since all the family knew the last two verses of the song, soon the entire block was filled with the loud singing of off-key O'Neill's voices.

Oh X-mas decorations
For us are quite extraneous
For X-mas isn't Chanukah
Although they're simultaneous


Oh Judas Maccabeus
He fought against the Greeks
A drop of oil lasted
For 1.142857142857142857 (SMACK!) 14 weeks

The smack at the end resulted when everyone else was ready to end the song and Jack just kept on repeating the damn number sequence over and over and over – he was Mr. Energizer Bunny. This did not sit well with Sam or any of the other women who found it quite annoying. Jack was rewarded with a smack on the back of the head from his wife.

After the song everyone erupted in laughter. "Where in the world did you find that, Nathan?" Luke asked joyous at the return of the old song.

Nathan shook his head, "I was on line one day and it was just there. I had to get the lyrics. I can't believe people still go to that cite!"

"What are you two talking about?" Tamar asked curiously, still jovial from the song, but sincerely wanting to know.

"Right before Jack went off to the Air Force, we made up that song, Tam. Don't you remember?" Michael asked.

Tam shook her head, "Where was I?"

"Shopping with Mom."


"Umm, Jack?"

"What, Carter?"

"My water just broke." Sam looked at her husband with big eyes that were full of wonder, excitement and terror. "I'm going into labor."


"Fine! Don't sound excited! Just help me up and get me to the damn hospital!"

Five hours later most of the O'Neill's (minus the small children they had left at the house under the watchful care of Lydia who had, herself, given birth only a few weeks before) were pacing the waiting room and put the nursing staff on edge.

"All these here for different people?" one asked another.

"Nope, they all came in with that nice Colonel O'Neill who volunteers here when she gets the chance. I think they're all her in-laws," the other replied.

The first stared at the group with wide-eyed horror, "How in the world does she do it? What's she in for?"

"She's finally having that baby she's been toting around for months!"

Just then Jack came out, holding up a light blue bundle, "It's a boy!"

After about half an hour of oohs and ahhs from the family, Jack noticed four figures standing near the back of the crowd. He motioned them forward then retrieved his baby son from the arms of his adoring Auntie Tamar.

Jack carefully showed the baby to his honorary grandfather, "Hey, George. Daniel. Teal'c. Mitchell. Come on, Sam wanted to see you guys as soon as you got here."

Jack led them all back through the halls to Sam's room. Inside he walked over to where Sam was lying down and handed her the baby. She smiled wearily and turned to the rest of her family, "I'd like you all to meet our son, Jacob Henry-David O'Neill."

Fin (for good this time!)