"Jackie, Danielle, I'm home!" Teague shouted. He had been away for the past few months, doing the usual pirating. Though, he would never actually call it 'pirating', but rather 'helping merchant ships redistribute their cargo'.
"We're in the kitchen!" Danielle shouted.
Teague sighed, walking towards the kitchen. The fact that Danielle and Jack were the only ones in the Cove meant that Danielle must be...
"Danielle, you do remember that Jackie is a boy, right?" He asked, watching little five year old Jack ice a cookie.
"Teague, he said that he wanted to-"
"Dad!" Jack said, holding up a cookie. "Try one!"
Teague took the cookie and took a bite. "It's good. Say, Jackie, why don't you go out and play? I thought I saw that old mutt outside." After Jack left, Teague spat out the cookie and took an extra large swing of rum. "What the hell is that?"
"Honestly, I've got no idea." Danielle said. "He insisted that I turn around while he added a secret ingredient."
"You trusted the five year old to pick the secret ingredient?"
"He said that he knew what he was doing." She said. "Besides, he wanted to make them special, just for Santa."
"Is he trying to kill him?" Teague asked, looking around the counter for anything that a five year old would add to the cookie dough. "Luv, I'm thinking you should throw those cookies away."
"Cause I've got a feeling that Jackie stuck some turkey into the gingerbread cookie dough." Teague said, holding up a turkey bone...
That night, Teague was very busy 'bonding' with Jack...
"No you idiot! Two times twenty is forty, not thirty nine, you dim wit!"
"I thought that-"
"Well you thought wrong!" Teague shouted. "Bloody hell, how stupid can you-"
"Teague!" Danielle shouted, walking in. "Be nice. Jack's only five years old, how can you expect him to be able to multiply? He has enough to worry about."
"He is a-"
"Jackie, why don't you go to bed before Santa gets here?"
"Ok Mum. Only if you promise not to let Dad shoot Santa."
"Of course I wont let him." She said, smiling. "I'll make sure your Dad is also in bed before then."
At about midnight, Jack woke up thirsty. So he got up and walked down the hall to the kitchen. On the way there, he passed by the tree...
...and saw his Mum and Santa standing in front of the tree, under the mistletoe.
Jack froze for a second before running to the kitchen for the one thing Teague always drinks when confused, rum.
The next morning, after breakfast, Danielle went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. "Dad?" Jack said.
"Are you and Mum mad at each other?"
"Cause I saw Mummy kissing Santa Clause underneath the mistletoe last night."
Just something I thought of the other day...
Merry Christmas mates!!!