"We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

Good tidings we bring to you and you kin

Good tidings for Christmas and a happy New Year"

~"We Wish you a Merry Christmas"

They had a little less than a week before they had to go back to San Francisco, and Jim intended to use the time wisely. First, he went outside and played in the snow with the boys on Sunday. They built a snow-Spock and used food-colored water to turn him green. Peter got a kick out of it. It had a blue scarf, and a pink sweater (this time the sweater was Jim's. It had used to be red, but…well, never let Jim do laundry, Winona confided to Spock).

*~*Merry Christmas*~*

Monday, he sent an apology note to Jenna, but he wasn't sure if it was sincere.

Dear Jenna, it read, I'm sorry that you almost got strangled to death in my living room by my boyfriend. It was all just a misunderstanding, but it might be best if you don't come over when he's home. I assure you, he hasn't done anything to me that I didn't want done, so please don't worry about it I hope that we can talk and clear up any issues that we have.

You're still my friend.

He signed it 'Jim' because he didn't know what else to put.

*~*Merry Christmas*~*

Tuesday, he pinned Spock under the mistletoe on purpose. He was aware that the doorframe might not be that comfortable for Spock to be pressed against, so he only held him there until the Vulcan stopped fighting him for control.

Jim kissed him fiercely, loving the fact that he knew Spock was enjoying this as much as he was.

"T'hy'la," he whispered, kissing the Vulcan's neck. "What does it mean?"

"It is an old Vulcan word that can mean three things," Spock answered, wrapping his arms around the captain's waist. "Friend, brother, and…lover."

"T'hy'la," Jim said again, and pressed a gentle kiss to Spock's jaw. "I love you."

*~*Merry Christmas*~*

Wednesday, Jim, Spock, Aurelan, Winona, and Sam packed away the Christmas ornaments and took down the tree, with all three of the boys getting in the way.

"Green, blue and purple ornaments in this box. Red, orange, and yellow ones in this box," Winona instructed from the ladder she was standing on.

"…This ornament is rainbow," Spock said, looking doubtfully between it and the boxes.

"Put it in…" Jim closed his eyes and pointed randomly at a box. "That one."

Corks flew at midnight, and Spock got introduced to another human tradition: the New Year's kiss.

"Five, four, three, two one! Happy New Year!" The cheer went up from everyone in the living room. Even Peter had made it to midnight, marking him as a true Kirk. Sam hugged Aurelan, and Jim grabbed Spock by the front of the shirt.

"Okay, holiday lesson number two: Not only do you kiss under the mistletoe, but also on the stroke of midnight on New Year's," Jim informed.

"Understood," Spock said, and captured Jim's mouth.

*~*Merry Christmas*~*

Thursday, Winona and Spock made chocolate chip cookies. The smell attracted the kids (and Jim) who offered a lively conversation while Winona coached Spock through the baking process.

"Don't let Jim eat too much of the dough," Winona cautioned as she saw Jim sliding up behind Spock. "Or we won't have any left to make cookies with."

"Jim," Spock said, turning to face the sneaking captain. Jim wrapped his arms loosely around Spock's neck.

"Yes, t'hy'la?" the captain responded, watching happily as the tips of Spock's ears grew a pleased green.

"Do you desire to help us?"

Spock raised an eyebrow as Jim removed a fingerful of cookie dough from the bowl.

"No," the captain responded, smearing it on Spock's nose.

The Vulcan looked slightly alarmed.

"I'd rather help with cleanup," Jim continued, proceeding to lick the offending confectionary off of Spock.

"We'll hold you to that, Jim!" Winona called from the over as she removed a sheet of cookies.

Jim waved to show he understood and disappeared out the kitchen door, looking incredibly satisfied.

Okay, cop out chapter is here because I'm too lazy to write about the week, and because the master copy was getting too long, anyway (my sister is drawing a comic of this whole fic, so I don't want to overload her. ^^). Thanks for the reviews, and have a good night!