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His Christmas Star
Spock knew the Christmas story. He had heard it as a small child. Just as he grew up a child of two worlds, his mother grew up a child of two faiths. Amanda's parents celebrated both Christmas and Hanukah. Amanda's mother had the stronger influence in matters of faith and practice, so it was no surprise when her daughter embraced Judaism. However, she also decorated a tree and gave Christmas gifts every year.
When Amanda married Sarek and they made their primary home on Vulcan, the observation of the two holidays continued. Sarek did not believe in a supreme being, so he found holidays honoring the birth of One or a miracle He supposedly made illogical. However, he humored Amanda anyway, giving her both Christmas and Hanukah gifts. This had pleased Amanda very much. As a very small child, it had pleased Spock, too. He liked the brightly decorated tree and the menorah, and of course the gifts and special treats. He still enjoyed them when he got older, but would never have acknowledged such a thing.
The little gifts and treats continued to come from his mother, even after he left home. They were usually small items, often toys, a reminder that no matter how old he just, he would always be her little boy. His first Christmas away, she had given him a collector's set of crayons in a wooden box and a coloring book of various starships. That Christmas Day, Spock sat in his dorm room and colored. He did not feel lonely, only loved.
Spock gave his mother gifts in return, also small items. She was fond of whimsical earrings and sewing tools from other worlds. Her favorite had been an Argellian thread cutter. This was a disc with a recessed blade that could be worn as a pendant. He had given it to her last year, her last Christmas before....
So much had happened in a year. His mother was gone. His planet was gone. The first few months were agony for Spock, though the casual observer might not have noticed it. Slowly, he began to find himself. Nyota had been his guide in this process. She kept him grounded. When he was tempted to wallow in self pity or guilt, she would remind him that he was still here, against impossible odds. If he allowed himself to despair, then Nero would win after all.
Now the one who had loved him for himself and in spite of himself had become his bond-mate. Spock loved Nyota more than he had ever dreamed was possible. She loved him in return, with her whole being. She had bravely faced their first Pon Farr together.
Christmas was over a month away, but the stores in the shopping center were already decorated for the holiday. Spock sat on a bench outside a store Nyota said he would not enjoy, The Orion Woman's Secret. A shop across the way caught his attention, A Touch Of Glass. He walked over to take a look.
The shop sold all manner of handmade glass items. Most intriguing was a display of pendants made of spun glass, set with precious stones and hung on silver chains. Most were depictions of hearts, crosses, angels, or small animals. One stood apart from all the rest. It was a five pointed star, the shape he had always seen on top of Christmas trees. In its center was a heart shaped ruby. This is what he would give to Nyota. Her name meant "star" in Swahili.
He took it to the clerk, an elderly woman. She seemed a bit surprised that a logical Vulcan would be making such a purchase.
"Oh, you're buying a Christmas Star. It's a representation of the star that the Wise men followed to find the Christ child. It led the way for them on their journey."
She ran his credit card and then boxed and wrapped the gift for him.
As Spock placed the small package inside his jacket, he realized just how appropriate the gift was for Nyota. She was the star who had guided him on his journey.
A/N:
Merry Christmas, y'all!