• One snowy evening Jack and Jonathan were hanging stockings, anticipating Santa Claus to leave presents under the tree for the boys. Jonathan wanted a bike, and that was all, Jack on the other hand wanted a big, black, dog. He didn't have a clue of what he would name the dog, but he'd figure it out some time.
    "Are you sure you want a dog?" Jonathan moaned, "All they do is eat, sleep, and 'do their business' ...I personally don't think it's a good idea." Jack shook off Jonathan's comments and looked up at the recently decorated Christmas tree. The lights flickered, the bulbs shined, and the needles dropped one by one to the floor.
    "Since I'm getting a dog," Jack said slowly, Jonathan chuckled at the sureness in Jack's voice. "what should I name it?" They sighed simultaneously, thinking about just about everything. Jack yawned, checking the clock, "Almost 9:30," he thought, "I should probably get to sleep now..." He stood up from the brown leather chair he had been sitting in, and started up the stairs. Jonathan soon followed.
    They brushed their teeth and got into their pajamas. At around 10:00, Jack and Jonathan went to bed, Jack on the top bunk and Jonathan on bottom. The entire night, Jonathan was awake, and so was Jack, but neither knew the other one was awake. At 6:00 in the morning, Jack jumped down from the top bunk and almost landed on Jonathan as he flipped out from under the covers.
    "Whoa, Jackie," Jonathan said, Jack hated that 'nickname', "Don't step on me!" They both pushed and shoved to get downstairs first, and they both ended up falling.
    Jack and Jonathan checked their stockings first, they were stuffed to the brims. Of course, most of the things they got were the same, except for a few things. Jack got a dog collar, so he knew he was getting a dog, and Jonathan got a helmet and a snowmobiling jacket, so he knew he wasn't getting a bike, he was getting a snowmobile. They boys ran for the tree, almost knocking each other over. Jack couldn't find his present, but when he heard the front door open and close, he knew where his new dog was. He ran for the door, seeing his dad holding the leash to a big, black dog.
    "Aha!" Jack said, his father looked sideways at him, Jack explained: "I know what I'll name him! Bingpong!" Jonathan tried to stifle his laugh, but he ended up spitting, snot flying into his hand that covered his mouth.
    "Bingpong? As in B-I-N-G-P-O-N-G?" Jonathan asked, "Wow, you have some major issues."

    Sry, This is as far as I got, I tried not to make a cliff-hanger, cuz I really hate those..!