Daniel Jackson stood, his feet riveted to the spot, his hands tied behind his back, his glasses lying crushed on the floor somwhere with his mouth hanging open as he gaped at Colonel Jack O'Neill.
The colonel stuck out his bottom lip and moved his eyes around the room in an attempt to look as though he was deep in thought. Finally fixing his gaze somewhere between Carter and Daniel, he lifted his bound hands (and subsequently his bound feet) and shrugged his shoulders.
"I think that's what I just said... I could be wrong. Carter?" He looked to the blond second in command of his team, expecting her answer.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head, indicating she was not going to be a part of yet another 'discussion' with him and Daniel.
"You may have said that..." she said at last when she realised the Colonel's penetrating gaze had not wavered from her face.
"Sa-am!" Daniel cried as he attempted to throw his hands into the air - a fact which had Jack almost rolling on the floor laughing as he saw the younger man lose his balance from his squatting position.
"Daniel, all I'm asking is that you explain to this fine young gentleman-" he indicated to the general direction of the Goa'uld who currently held them captive. "The concept of Christmas. And the fact that, by sitting here, we are missing out on the joys of Carter's home cooked Turkey from the take away restaurant down the street."
At this Sam protested but quickly closed her mouth when she realised that Daniel - ever the gentleman - was waiting for her to finish before he injected his own protestations.
"But Jack, he's a Goa'uld! I'm sure the concept of twinkling trees, tinsel and Sam's... home-cooked... turkey doesn't quite appeal to him as it does to us. And as for the fact that we're stuck here, who's fault is that?"
Raising his hand (and feet) again, Jack shook his head.
"Now Daniel, this is not the time for apportioning blame. However, if that's the way you want to play it here goes - the Stargate brought us to this enchanting piece of fairytale land. The Stargate, which for years and years, lay dormant on our planet until one day along walked a little archaeologist who decided to make it work. Oh, what was that archaeologist's name again? Oh that's right: Doctor Daniel Jackson, I believe you may have heard of him."
"Come on Jack. This isn't about me figuring out how to work the 'Gate. But, may I remind you that, since you brought that up: Sam was the one who created the dialling programme for it."
Sam, who had been sitting quietly amused by the analysis of who was to blame piped up at this point and emphatically attempted to wave her hands and shake her head.
"Oh no, no, no. Do not bring me into this one. You're own your own for this one you, Daniel."
"Oh Sam, come on!."
"Enough!" Barked the overly dressed and otherwise rather handsome Goa'uld seated at the centre of the room. "Silence."
"Oh Daniel." Jack cooed and raised his eyebrow, with a smile on his face.
With a resigned sigh and a final glare at Jack, Daniel turned to the centre of the room and began talking.
"So you see, Christmas, on our world is a very holy experience..."
The End.
Lol. Sorry bout that folks. But, just felt the need for some silliness. And as for the whereabouts of teal'c... he was spending Christmas with Ry'ac, far far away from Carter's cooking.