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Jacob Frye and his children 💕
So I’m definitely going to be starting a one shot series featuring Jacob and his children at various stages of their lives all the way up to the Jack the Ripper DLC..
If you’d like to read them all look for the tag #jacobsFamily on my blog
The foundling - Assassins Creed Syndicate fan-fiction
Jacob Frye, Even though I’m leaving ( Father’s Day song fic )
By Luke combs ( song fic )
………………….
It’s Father’s Day in some parts of the world right now ( not here in Australia) so I thought I’d write this one shot for those craving something for Jacob and his son ( I used my version of Jacob’s family )
@nemo-in-wonderland @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades
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( 1875 )
It was sometime in the night when little Emmette Frye snuck from his bed and tiptoed to his parents room. The trees rustling and tapping on the window pane had frightened him.
At first he tried to wake up his sister,
“Hmm go’way” she muttered and rolled back over and covered herself with her blanket.
Once in his parents room he shook his father awake,
“Daddy?” Emmette whispered to the assassin startling the man awake, he reached for the blade he kept under the mattress but stopped when he saw who disturbed him.
“Emmette?” Jacob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from the bed carefully as not to disturb his wife.
The young boy quickly jumped in to his fathers arms as he picked him up,
“Let’s get you back to bed lad…” he yawned.
( start song )
Before Emmette could utter another word the assassin was already tucking him in to bed, giving him a goodnight kiss and starting to turn to leave,
“Daddy I’m afraid, won’t you stay a little while” he begged grabbing his fathers sleeping shirt by the tails,
“Why’s that son?” Jacob asked curiously now turning back to listen,
“Keep me safe because there’s monsters right outside” Emmette explained pointing to the window that let the moonlight in.
“There’s no monsters lad, you’ll be alright” Jacob tried to reason softly, trying again to leave.
“Daddy please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone…when you leave they’ll know I’m alone and get me” Emmette whimpered.
Seeing the genuine fear in his child Jacob took his hand and said,
“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I wont be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”
He took his son in to a hug,
“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know you’re scared when I’m not here…I’ll always be right here” Jacob added putting a hand over Emmette’s heart.
( 1891 )
“Come father I’ll be late my carriage will be here any minute” Emmette called out to his father, now a young man he had been called away over seas for a mission on behalf of the British brotherhood.
He had just finished consoling his mother and promising profusely to write as often as he could.
“You know the brotherhood doesn’t like to be kept waiting” Emmette added as his father came down the stairs, the years hadn’t been to kind to the elder assassin especially during the autumn of terror some years back.
“Are you ready son?” Jacob asked as he looked at the one suitcase he was going to take.
“As I’ll ever be..” he replied nervously, there was a sick churning in his stomach and he wasn’t even on the boat yet.
Emmette wondered if he was ready for this mission at all…he had always had his father to guide him.
Opening the front door the young man saw the carriage pull up on the street infront of his childhood home.
Jacob pulled his son close before he could leave, wrapping his arms around his sons neck,
“Just because your leaving, it don’t mean I won’t be there by your side” he whispered holding back the tears that threatened to spill and the lump in his throat,
“When you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”
Emmette tried to interrupt,
“I-I’ll be fine father-“
“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know your scared…I might be here but I’ll always be right there..” Jacob added pulling away from his son, patting him on the back and sending him off in to the world.
( 1919 )
The telegram had come a week prior from old Aunt Evie in the countryside,
‘Emmette come home. Your father had an Apoplexy’ the elder man read it and his heart filled with dread, he took the first train he could to Crawley.
Once there he, his sister and Aunt Evie did their best to look after the old assassin. He wasn’t so spry no more and he couldn’t free run or fight like in his old days.
But unfortunately he grew weaker each day,
“Heh who knew a stroke would take me” Jacob whispered from his bed as Emmette sat by his bedside, Amelia was helping her Aunt prepare lunch downstairs.
“I’d always hoped it’d be at the business end of blade or pistol” he chuckled which turned in to a coughing fit which made the old man gasp for air.
“You aren’t going to die father…just rest and you’ll regain your strength soon enough” Emmette reasoned after his father had slightly settled, taking his hand gently.
The poor man was in denial even after the doctors grim diagnosis…he wasn’t going to get better.
“I’m an old man Emmette…I’ve done my fighting…I miss your mother” Jacob muttered tiredly wheezing, his grip loosening on his sons hand.
Emmette felt tears pool in his eyes,
“Daddy I’m afraid…won’t you stay a little while?” He felt like a small child again as he begged his father trying to keep him awake.
“It’s my time son…”
“I never thought I’d see the day I’d have to say goodbye..” Emmette whimpered.
“T-Then I did good..a father should never have to bury his son…”
“Daddy please don’t go, I can’t do this on my own..” he became to softly cry,
“You have your sister…and your children…look after your aunt for me..” Jacob reasoned rasping.
“There’s no way I can walk this road alone…I still need you..”
With the last bit of strength in the old Assassins body Jacob took his sons hand,
“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I won’t be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me…I-in the middle of the night..” he answered softly.
“Just close your eyes and say a prayer..” Jacob lifted a shakily weak hand to wipe away the tears running down Emmette’s cheek,
“It’s okay boy I’m not scared, I won’t be here…”
His weakened hand slipped down to place it over his sons heart,
“I’ll always be right here…” Jacob patted it and his arm fell back by his side, too exhausted now to move.
“Amelia, Aunt Evie!” Emmette cried out,
“Even though I’m leaving…I’m not going no where…” Jacob closed his eyes.
“I’m not going no where…” he muttered and drifted off to sleep…. 
Christmas stories with Jacob ✨🎄
London December 24, 1875
@nemo-my-name-forevermore @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades : I thought you guys might like this 🥺👉👈
Snow fell gently over the bustling British city, falling in to the muddied streets and sending a chill through the frosty air.
With the sun setting and the world getting colder, store clerks were closing for the Christmas season.
Pubs were opening up their doors with warm light and Yuletide cheer for both the merry and the drunk to enjoy.
Fortunately that would not be the case for one assassin.
“Mama when is daddy coming home?” A little girl asked as she pressed her small hands up against the frosted glass, looking out in the whitened streets expectantly.
“Very soon Amelia, darling now come away from the window before Jack Frost nips your nose” Rebekah announced with a smirk as she took the pouting little madam away and sat her next to the fireplace.
“Do you think daddy will tell us a story before bed?” Her other child, a small boy with whisps of browny blonde hair piped up as he slipped down from his fathers large armchair to the floor, letting his body flop out of exaggeration.
“We shall have to see my darling but he might be exhausted from work” their mother answered with a smile at her children’s innocence.
“Now come along supper is ready so go clean those little hands and faces”
It was not long after dinner had finished that the door to the little two story house opened, unexpectedly slamming from the wind; snow flying in the house before quickly slamming close again.
Jacob stepped in, barely taking off his hat and scarf before squeals and stampeding of small feet could be heard coming towards the front room.
“DADDY!”
Quickly the two small children latched on to the large assassin, barely letting him go.
“Ah there’s my little rooks” Jacob chuckled as he picked both of them up and pulled them to his chest.
“Oh Emmet, Amelia your both so warm, have you been by that fire all day?” He laughed as both the small children giggled.
“Daddy your very cold!”
“Let go!” They both cried out in hellish little giggles.
“Why should I your both SO warm and toasty!” Jacob chortled as he tickled them, causing more squealing to ensue.
Rebekah quietly came to see, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Alright you lot that’s enough for now or you won’t fall asleep” she announced in a jokingly warning tone.
“Quite right my love” Jacob answered with grin as he let the children down.
Now being able to take off his coat, top hat, scarf and weapons hanging them on the stand before pulling off his large boots and putting them by the door.
“Now my darlings was there something you wanted to ask your father?” Rebekah announced motioning to Jacob as he sat down in his chair by the open fire.
“Really and what would that be?” He grinned as he motioned them to come climb up on the arm rests.
“Well...daddy...perhaps could we have a Christmas story?” Amelia asked with large begging eyes.
“Please daddy” Emmett begged with earnest, both the children loved hearing stories from their father, he always made them so exciting!
“Hmmm well I’ll definitely tell one if mother dearest would put the kettle on” he joked with a wink towards his wife.
“Already on it darling” She chuckled before heading to the kitchen.
Jacob then carefully pulled his children up on the large chair with him, holding them close to keep them warm despite the fire.
“How about I tell you a story my father would tell me and Aunty Evie each year when we were children” he announced with a warm smile.
“It’s called the night before Christmas”
“Does this story have Saint Nick daddy? Amelia asked with curiousity.
“Yeah it has to have Santa!” Emmett cried which caused the assassin to chuckle.
“Of course it does, why would I tell it without the big fat jolly man?”
Both the children looked to each other and nodded, both satisfied by this answer.
“Here we go nice warm tea for everyone before bed” Rebekah announced gently before carefully handing a cup to her husband and placing the tray near the chair before grabbing a cup for herself and sitting close by.
Everyone settled in, Amelia and Emmett cuddling in to their father while Rebekah leaned closer to listen.
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;”,
Jacob started to recite the verse he had almost memorised from Ethan
“The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
“Oh!” Both Amelia and Emmett exclaimed before their father chuckled and continued.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
The children couldn’t help but giggle as Jacob made the motions of rustling reigns, neither could Rebekah stifle a laugh.
“As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
“Like jelly!?” Emmett laughed before Amelia shushed him with such a serious expression before their father could continue, she was far to enthralled with the story!
“He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;”
With this line Jacob also did wink towards his children who were now starting to yawn despite themselves.
The next verses were now more quite, as to lull and calm them....
“He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night...”
Jacob ended in a whisper as now both little Amelia and Emmette, his two little rooks were both dozing off.
“Alright my darlings time for bed” Rebekah hushed gently before taking the smallest of them from their fathers arms.
Laying Amelia over his shoulder Jacob followed his wife upstairs to the children’s shared room before placing them in bed.
“Sweet dreams my little rooks...” Jacob murmured softly, giving them both small kisses on the heads, tucking them in for the long winters night...
It’s now becoming an annual tradition that I post this story every Christmas Eve. I soon hope to write another one soon, but until then thank you everyone!
Merry Christmas and a happy new year
Paul Amos and Victoria Atkins ( Jacob and Evie Frye )
Paul Amos signing an autograph for me on their latest live signing 🤩
The facts from Paul Amos himself ✨
This video is from a year ago when I requested a birthday video and one fact from Paul Amos ( the voice actor for Jacob Frye )
Jacob Isn’t romantically in love with Roth, he just wanted a father figure 🥺
Time Travel AU! Rebekah redesign
Introducing Rebekah 2.0!
This redesign features more piercings!
More tattoos!
And shorts!
Giving the Victorians more reasons to clutch their pearls!
Four years on tumblr!
Holy shit I can’t believe I’ve been on here four years already. It’s insane how much I’ve accomplished and how many friends and mutuals I’ve made.
I can’t wait to see what I do next ✨
I’m wracking my brain trying to remember this Jacob Frye fanfic I read a little while ago! I can’t find it anywhere!
It’s a fanfic where Y/N is hired to be a live in nanny for Emmette, Jacob’s son. It’s a slow burn fanfic which is complete! I remember it being on AO3
I really want to re-read it so if anyone can send me the link or tell me the name and author I’ll be eternally grateful!
The search is over!!!
The lovely amazing @siofra3448 has found what I am looking for!
I’m tagging it here so I may never lose it again!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10609635/chapters/23460342
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’m wracking my brain trying to remember this Jacob Frye fanfic I read a little while ago! I can’t find it anywhere!
It’s a fanfic where Y/N is hired to be a live in nanny for Emmette, Jacob’s son. It’s a slow burn fanfic which is complete! I remember it being on AO3
I really want to re-read it so if anyone can send me the link or tell me the name and author I’ll be eternally grateful!
Losing you - losing Jacob
WARNING ⚠️ MENTION OF VIOLENCE AND TRAGIC DEATH. GREIF AND LOSS. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.
If You died : it’s either childbirth, disease or a mugger that cuts your life short.
The children are at school that day while you’re running errands around London. Getting groceries and what not.
Taking a shortcut home you didn’t realise the risk until it was to late, a man cornered you and demanded you gave him your purse. You did so hoping it would satisfy the criminal but it didn’t, and his next actions took your life. Running off with some of the money Jacob had given you that morning for groceries.
Leaving you in that alley for dead, dying all alone.
It wasn’t for another two hours that someone found your body and got the police. When they arrived they took a statement and covered you with a sheet as was custom and moved you to the hospital. But this was not before finding a letter in your pocket addressed to Jacob…from Evie.
The officers recognise the last name and pale…this wasn’t good….they realised who’s body they had… the wife of London’s most powerful and feared gang leader.
Later in the day the children came home from school to find their mother still out. They don’t think much of it and hang around…that is until dinner time comes and mum still isn’t home….but Jacob arrives and is shocked to find that You weren’t home. He was worried. Really worried.
Just as he was about to head out the door to go look for you he was met by Sargent Abberline and two other officers.
Hats in hand Abberline asks if he can come in. Jacob let’s him without hesitation and takes them to the parlour to talk.
When the news is broken…Jacob’s world shatters.
“No..no you must have someone else!” He begs.
Abberline shakes his head and apologises softly before taking out the letter they had found and gave it to him. Further proving it was You who had fallen victim.
“We believe your wife fell victim to a mugger…we couldn’t find her purse..”
Jacob knew the purse, powder blue…the one he bought you years ago when you had both first started to court.
He clutched the letter in his hand as the children came in to see what was wrong. But he told them to go to the kitchen for now.
Abberline tries to console him but it’s no use.
“I-I need to see her, I need to see my wife…Take me to her please” Jacob begs and much to Abberline’s hesitation he offers to watch the children before the other officer takes him to see you.
Once there the sheet is carefully drawn back to reveal your face, pale, cold and lifeless, eyes closed as if you were sleeping.
“She was stabbed twice...” they began to explain, but all their words fell silent to his ears.
His only thoughts were ‘how will I tell my children..’
If Jacob died :
Jacob is somehow taken down by a Templar or blighter
You don’t know just yet.
It’s far past supper time as you pace the parlour waiting for him to come home, it's late in the night and he is usually home by now, he had promised to be home by now.
The children are upstairs asleep when there's a knock on the door.
You answer it, worried because Jacob doesn't usually knock, he almost always came in took off his mud laden boots by the door and met you with a strong hug and a gentle kiss.
You answer it to find two rooks standing there on the steps, hats in hand with a surrowful look on their faces
“Ma'am w-we come with b-bad news”.
As they are trying to explain what happened, Jacob not reacting in time or something of that nature You break down in to hysterics and collapse to the floor screaming
"No! Not Jacob!"
They try to console you but it's no use
One of the rooks runs to get Agnes and
bring her back to the house. she is soon able to get you to calm down enough to get up the courage to leave with Jacob’s men, Agnes stayed with the children while You went to see Jacob who was now lying in the morgue.
His hair was only just starting to grey as it fell over his face, he looked peaceful enough…as if he were sleeping but by now he was cold to the touch.
He didn’t look like himself at all, the usual small smile he had whilst dreaming wasn’t there, Jacob wasn’t there…only the shell of his formal self.
It's really crazy to me how ubisoft doesn't know how to make money . They release all these new games , create new and even more complicated timelines and characters, practically begging us to buy two dlcs for each game , yet all they have to do is pick up the Kenway storyline and give us the slightest tip that Desmond is maybe alive and all of us would be buying it no matter what . They really dont know their audience.
no more lore, ubisoft. we’re done. we just want to see our faves doing dumb shit again
I swear to god I want a DLC or full game with Jacob and Evie training their grandniece/granddaughter Lydia! I want to know if they have other grandchildren! What happened to Henry!? Who are Jacob’s children!? Is or was Jacob married!?
Goddamnit Ubisoft!
“It’s alright sweetheart Papa’s here..”
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Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been so slack in posting my art 😅 but I will be posting them now and working on some more.
Jacob Frye Pirate AU!
Introducing Captain Jacob Frye of the S.S Bertha. He is a young man with quite the reputation across both Britain, the indies and the Caribbean as a privateer. Jacob and his crew take down British naval ships, other pirates and rob wealthy merchant vessels.
Jacob Frye and the sassy time traveller
Christmas stories with Jacob ✨🎄
London December 24, 1875
@nemo-my-name-forevermore @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades : I thought you guys might like this 🥺👉👈
Snow fell gently over the bustling British city, falling in to the muddied streets and sending a chill through the frosty air.
With the sun setting and the world getting colder, store clerks were closing for the Christmas season.
Pubs were opening up their doors with warm light and Yuletide cheer for both the merry and the drunk to enjoy.
Fortunately that would not be the case for one assassin.
“Mama when is daddy coming home?” A little girl asked as she pressed her small hands up against the frosted glass, looking out in the whitened streets expectantly.
“Very soon Amelia, darling now come away from the window before Jack Frost nips your nose” Rebekah announced with a smirk as she took the pouting little madam away and sat her next to the fireplace.
“Do you think daddy will tell us a story before bed?” Her other child, a small boy with whisps of browny blonde hair piped up as he slipped down from his fathers large armchair to the floor, letting his body flop out of exaggeration.
“We shall have to see my darling but he might be exhausted from work” their mother answered with a smile at her children’s innocence.
“Now come along supper is ready so go clean those little hands and faces”
It was not long after dinner had finished that the door to the little two story house opened, unexpectedly slamming from the wind; snow flying in the house before quickly slamming close again.
Jacob stepped in, barely taking off his hat and scarf before squeals and stampeding of small feet could be heard coming towards the front room.
“DADDY!”
Quickly the two small children latched on to the large assassin, barely letting him go.
“Ah there’s my little rooks” Jacob chuckled as he picked both of them up and pulled them to his chest.
“Oh Emmet, Amelia your both so warm, have you been by that fire all day?” He laughed as both the small children giggled.
“Daddy your very cold!”
“Let go!” They both cried out in hellish little giggles.
“Why should I your both SO warm and toasty!” Jacob chortled as he tickled them, causing more squealing to ensue.
Rebekah quietly came to see, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Alright you lot that’s enough for now or you won’t fall asleep” she announced in a jokingly warning tone.
“Quite right my love” Jacob answered with grin as he let the children down.
Now being able to take off his coat, top hat, scarf and weapons hanging them on the stand before pulling off his large boots and putting them by the door.
“Now my darlings was there something you wanted to ask your father?” Rebekah announced motioning to Jacob as he sat down in his chair by the open fire.
“Really and what would that be?” He grinned as he motioned them to come climb up on the arm rests.
“Well...daddy...perhaps could we have a Christmas story?” Amelia asked with large begging eyes.
“Please daddy” Emmett begged with earnest, both the children loved hearing stories from their father, he always made them so exciting!
“Hmmm well I’ll definitely tell one if mother dearest would put the kettle on” he joked with a wink towards his wife.
“Already on it darling” She chuckled before heading to the kitchen.
Jacob then carefully pulled his children up on the large chair with him, holding them close to keep them warm despite the fire.
“How about I tell you a story my father would tell me and Aunty Evie each year when we were children” he announced with a warm smile.
“It’s called the night before Christmas”
“Does this story have Saint Nick daddy? Amelia asked with curiousity.
“Yeah it has to have Santa!” Emmett cried which caused the assassin to chuckle.
“Of course it does, why would I tell it without the big fat jolly man?”
Both the children looked to each other and nodded, both satisfied by this answer.
“Here we go nice warm tea for everyone before bed” Rebekah announced gently before carefully handing a cup to her husband and placing the tray near the chair before grabbing a cup for herself and sitting close by.
Everyone settled in, Amelia and Emmett cuddling in to their father while Rebekah leaned closer to listen.
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;”,
Jacob started to recite the verse he had almost memorised from Ethan
“The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
“Oh!” Both Amelia and Emmett exclaimed before their father chuckled and continued.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
The children couldn’t help but giggle as Jacob made the motions of rustling reigns, neither could Rebekah stifle a laugh.
“As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
“Like jelly!?” Emmett laughed before Amelia shushed him with such a serious expression before their father could continue, she was far to enthralled with the story!
“He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;”
With this line Jacob also did wink towards his children who were now starting to yawn despite themselves.
The next verses were now more quite, as to lull and calm them....
“He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night...”
Jacob ended in a whisper as now both little Amelia and Emmette, his two little rooks were both dozing off.
“Alright my darlings time for bed” Rebekah hushed gently before taking the smallest of them from their fathers arms.
Laying Amelia over his shoulder Jacob followed his wife upstairs to the children’s shared room before placing them in bed.
“Sweet dreams my little rooks...” Jacob murmured softly, giving them both small kisses on the heads, tucking them in for the long winters night...
It’s that time of year again! I hope you all enjoy this story because soon I’m going to try and post a brand new Christmas story
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