I just had a thought. Lafayette is like the French version of Jefferson, but more adorable. 

In my euro class today my teacher decided to play an old video about art history. iaccidentallyallthephysics and I were goofing off in the back and generally laughing at the video. She mentioned something about burning all the buildings and the first thing to come to mind is Jefferson crying over the loss of all his precious buildings. As I am thinking this, a portrait of Jefferson is shown in the video and it goes on to talk about how much he “stared a buildings as a Frenchman would his mistress." 

Doodle the TARDIS, Hammy and Jefferson. 

The Miracle Of The Pidgeon

Hamilton hated Christmas. He didn’t just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a giant bird takes flight in the sunlight. He loathed it.

Every December, Hamilton would feel himself getting all obedient inside. He refused to put up a Christmas egg, he snapped at anyone zealous enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.

On December 13, Hamilton had to go to the mall to buy an unforgiving desk. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing elegantly around and so much Christmas music blaring seductivly, he thought his hand would explode.

Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a sensational man collecting for charity. Hamilton never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.

Suddenly, the sensational man dropped his bells and ran against the door. There was a purring pidgeon right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the sensational man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!

Hamilton rushed out and unseemly pushed them both out of the way. There was a loving bang and then everything went dark.

When Hamilton woke up, he was in an arrogant room. There was a Christmas egg in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Hamilton’s ass hurt. A lot.

The sensational man came into the room. “I’m so glittery!” he said. “You’re awake. My name is Jefferson. You saved me from the truck. But your ass is broken.”

Hamilton hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas egg up and his ass was broken, he felt quite clever, especially when he looked at Jefferson.

“Your ass must hurt lively,” Jefferson said. “I think this will help.” And he danced Hamilton several times. 

Now Hamilton felt very clever indeed. He didn’t hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Jefferson. “I love you,” he said, and kissed Jefferson humorlessly.

“I love you too,” said Jefferson. Just then, the pidgeon ran into the room and nuzzled Hamilton’s chest. “I brought him home with us,” Jefferson said.

“We’ll call him Miracle,” Hamilton said. “Our Christmas Miracle.”

It was the best Christmas ever.