December brought the snow. Not just a little blanket, though. There was enough of the stuff around to cover most yards. Houses all around had a brand new pure white roof, and more snow was on its way from the clouds above.

In one of the larger houses, a little chipmunk in a large green sweater was pressed up against the living room window, eagerly watching all the flakes flutter down to the ground. His green eyes were wide with excitement, and he was bouncing a little on the bench.

"Isn't it all so pretty, Simon?" He asked, looking away from the window long enough to eye his older brother in blue. "Let's go make a snowman! Dave would love to see it when he gets home!"

Simon, removing his blue glasses for a moment, wiped the lenses on his sleeve before fitting them back on his face. Their father had a business trip out of town that he had to be at before all the snow came down. He frowned a little, going over to his brother's side.

"Uh… Theodore. I know you're excited and all, but, you know that we're currently in the middle of a blizzard, right? Dave's flight back home is most likely going to be cancelled until it's over." he stated.

The words made Theodore pout. "But… but Christmas is coming up… Dave's never missed one with us! He'll be back in time, right?"

"Well I don't think…" Simon paused, seeing the disappointment growing on his little brother's face as he spoke. "B-But hey! Don't you worry about it!" He quickly changed up his tone, flashing a soft smile. "I'm sure he will. But even if he can't, then me, you, and Alvin can still have ourselves a great Christmas. Okay?" Simon tousled up Theodore's hair a little, getting the pudgier chipmunk to let out a laugh.

"Hehe… I guess it's okay… as long as I get to cook Christmas dinner." he said as he leaned into Simon, giving him a tight hug. Seeing Theodore laughing made Simon's smile more genuine. He returned the hug for a moment, then pulled away to stretch. "You know what? Where's our phone? I'll see if Dave left any messages for us."

"Well, I think Alvin had it last night. But he's still asleep." Theodore answered.

Simon rolled his eyes. Of course Alvin would keep their shared phone with himself. "He better have charged it… Okay. I'll go get it. How about you start on breakfast, hm?"

That made Theodore nod, already hurrying his way into the kitchen. "Yeah! I already know what to make!" He called.

"That's better…" Simon said, sighing once Theodore was out of hearing range. He hated seeing him sad. The fact that they were most likely alone for Christmas would have crushed him. He didn't quite know how he'd remedy that just yet, but he'd figure it out in due time.

Simon made his way up the stairs, holding on to the railing as he went. Alvin really should have woken up by now, but he couldn't be too harsh about it. After all, they didn't have anywhere to be. As he got to the door, Simon paused to knock just in case.

"Alvin? Alvin? You awake yet?" he called in between knocks. No opened up the door and walked right in.

In their shared bedroom, Alvin was still sound asleep. Simon saw him still curled on his side, snoozing the morning away in his pajamas. He went to his sleeping brother, looking around his bed for their phone. 'Now where is it… Ah, there it is.' he thought, spotting the phone at Alvin's side.

Admittedly, he was a bit hesitant to take it. 'Why'd he even take it to bed?' Simon sighed softly as he turned on the phone. The screen displayed a picture of the three of them, and he had to smile a little as he unlocked it.

That smile turned down into a quizzical look, though, once the screen's display came up. A webpage loaded up with words. Simon turned to go to his own bed, looking at the phone in disbelief.

'Was Alvin... actively reading something? Never thought I'd…' Simon's thought paused as all the words finally registered. The words…

"Alvin trembled visibly, leaning forward until he was on top of Simon,..."

"Wait… wh…"

Simon was quick to close the tab, but there were more behind it. His face was growing redder with each passing second. What was Alvin reading? He kept trying to close them all, but there always seemed to be something more.

"Simon groaned, trying his best to fight his own growing arousal."

"It was Alvin that had him this stiff."

"Alvin's paw was practically milking him now…"

Everything he saw filled Simon with more and more disbelief. He couldn't believe it. He had heard of these sorts of things, but to see them…

"Wh… What am I reading?!" He blurted out, only to cover his mouth. He looked to Alvin, who had luckily remained asleep. Simon shook his head slowly, turning off the phone and dropping it to the floor before he ran out of the room as fast as he could, closing the door behind himself. He made it halfway down the hall, breathing heavily before he pushed himself against the wall.

It can't be… it couldn't be… as much as he wanted it all to be a big joke, there was no denying it.

He looked to their bedroom door once more, then rushed himself right back downstairs.

Simon went straight to the kitchen, eyes still wide and cheeks still burning brightly. His sudden appearance startled Theodore, who nearly fell off of his stool at the stove.

"What's wrong Simon? Why's your face so red?" He asked.

"Not right now Theodore. Please, just tell me what you're making. I'll help however I can."

Theodore gave him a skeptical look. "I mean… it's just pancakes but if you want, you could help with mixing… but what's the matter?"

Simon didn't answer, just going to Theodore's side to take a bowl. "I'll… I'll explain some other time."