Hamilton One-Shots

3- Christmas Eve [Part 1] (Modern)

This is a combination of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas and The Polar Express. I own nothing!

It was Christmas Eve, and Alexander Hamilton was getting ready for bed with his older brother, Lafayette.

And by getting ready, I mean setting up a security camera to hopefully catch the famed Santa Claus, much to Mr. and Mrs. Washington's amusement.

"Mon petit lion, could you hand me ze, how you say, screw driver?" Lafayette asked his adopted brother in his familiar thick accent.

"Oh, sure, Laf!" Alexander responded, picking it up and placing said tool in Lafayette's open palm."

"Merci, frère."

"De rien." Alexander then went back to his book, curling up into his adoptive father's lap.

"What are you reading, son?" Washington asked, strocking Alexander's back.

"Just a little Christmas book." Alexander responded, holding us his copy of, 'The Polar Express'. (If you haven't read the book or seen the movie, you're missing out-)

Washington smiled. "Ahh, a classic. Do you mind if I read it out loud?" Alexander nodded and handed the book to the older man. Washington pulled out his glasses and began to read, drawing Mrs. Washington and Lafayette to the family room to listen to his soothing voice.

Washington flipped to the beginning of the book and began to read, his words flowing around the family, captivating them, transporting into a world like no other. Entranced, they sat on the floor, watching as the pages slowly turned, their breaths held is anticipation for parts to come.

"Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe." Washington slowly closed the book, setting it on the table next to him as he realized that Alexander had fallen asleep. He smiled and stood, cradling his precious son like a new born baby in his arms. He looked at his wife and older son. "I'll take Alexander to bed, and then I'll help you finish setting up." Washington whispered, a small smile forming on his lips.

Washington made his way to Alexander's room and gently set him on his bed, pulling the covers over his limp body. Washington kissed the forehead of his son. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night. I love you, Alexander." He whispered, walking to the door.

"Dad...?" Washington had just turned off the lights when he heard the small whisper.

"Yes, son?"

Alexander sat up. "Is Santa real?" He asked.

Washington smiled and closed his eyes. "I believe he is. And he'll come tonight when you're asleep in your bed."

Alexander yawned and laid back down, holding his stuffed lion to his chest. "M'kay. Night dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son." Washington responded, soft snores already filling the room. Washington then stepped out and silently closed the door, a ghost of a smile forming on his lips.