Main Characters: Buck, JD, Vin
Disclaimer: The Magnificent Seven and its characters are the property
of MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, and the Mirisch Corporation.
You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm tellin you why. SANTA CLAUS IS COMIN TO TOWN!
Buck couldnt help but smile as JDs voice grew louder and louder with each word, wrapping up his favorite, and oft-repeated, line with a bellow that could probably be heard by the neighbors.
Hes makin a list, and checkin it twice-
When the song abruptly cut off, and the little boys footsteps could be heard thundering down the hallway, Buck smiled again. JD had been dividing his time between racing around the house, singing holiday songs at the top of his lungs, examining the presents under the tree, and entreating Vin to join him at the picture window to watch the large snowflakes that were falling from the sky in abundance.
Here he comes again, Buck commented to Vin quietly, laughing when the older boy just rolled his eyes in response.
Vin had been firmly planted at the kitchen table for the past hour or so, working on a picture Buck knew was intended for Chris. But, Buck had to admit, hed been very patient with JD, joining the smaller boy in front of the window when asked.
Hes makin a list and checkin it twice. Atchoo! Gonna find out whos- Hey, Buck?
Im in here with Vin, JD. Buck fingered the supply of Kleenex in his pocket. JD had come down with a bad cold a few days earlier, and although the worst of the symptoms had disappeared, the little boy was still going through boxes of tissue at an amazing rate. And, even though the box of cold medicine warned of drowsiness, the small red tablets had instead provided JD with a boost of energy that he didnt need. In fact, there was no doubt that Buck would be ready for a nap long before his son would be.
Announcing his presence with a few sniffs and a series of coughs, the five-year-old suddenly appeared in the doorway.
Yes, JD? Buck said patiently, holding out a tissue automatically after getting a good look at his sons face.
What if Im atchoo! The little boy raised his arm, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
Instead of cringing, as hed done at first, Buck just shrugged. Better his sleeve than his arm at least.
What if Im both? JD asked, finishing his previously interrupted question.
Snotty or nice. JD took a moment to sneeze again, and then continued. You know, like in my song.
Before Buck could respond, Vin cut in with, Thems not the words, JD.
Yeah, huh. The little boy nodded emphatically, before starting to sing, Hes makin a list and checkin it twice. Gonna find out whos snotty or nice. Santa Claus is comin to town. He looked up at Buck. See?
Uh, JD Buck began.
So, what if Im both? He sniffed loudly. Im snotty and Im nice. Which list am I on?
You said snotty instead a naughty, Vin said with a giggle.
JD, its naughty or nice, Buck corrected, carefully emphasizing each word.
JD blinked. Thats what I said.
No, son, you-
Apparently it didnt matter to JD. He suddenly whirled away, and dashed out of the kitchen as he started to sing again. He sees you when youre sleepin, he knows when youre awake. Atchoo! He knows if youve been bad or good, so BE GOOD FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
Buck just shook his head as JDs voice once again reached deafening levels, and Vin returned to his coloring. Checking his watch, he sighed tiredly. It would be at least another hour before Chris got home and he could leave the five-year-old safely in the other mans hands.
Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, Im tellin you why. Atchoo! SANTA CLAUS IS COMIN TO TOWN!