That Keeps On Giving
By Rob Morris
DECEMBER 1ST, 2158
Archer stared at the Santa-sized list in utter horror.
"Twelve hundred presents? Doctor, why?"
Phlox shrugged and checked his budget twice more than any list of behavioral preferences.
"Each of my three wives have two other husbands, each of whom have two other wives, and so on for quite some length, breadth and depth, Captain."
Archer shook his head and firmly regretted his big mouth when one of Phlox's youngest children spoke to them over the Bridge's Main Viewer.
"I'm sorry, Doctor. So very sorry."
Phlox nodded.
"Can you finally see why we adults avoided telling Denobulan children about Christmas?"