Lennier opened the newly-delivered note while preparing for his trip back to Babylon 5 and read it to himself.

Mr. Lennier:

Understand I say the following with all due respect for the Minbari people and the extraordinary efforts they make to strengthen ties with Earth and its allies while we work for a greater understanding in this neutral ground that is Babylon 5.

Knock if off.

I have the greatest admiration for Ambassador Delenn, and I have seen that you work extremely closely as a capable and adept assistant. But however well-meant your choice for bringing greater understanding between all of the station's citizens was, it was ill-conceived. Perhaps if the execution of your plan had been different things might have worked out for the better; this was not the case. I need not remind you of our various quarantine laws regarding animals and plants on the station, a system which you circumnavigated with diplomatic ease. Thanks to your efforts I've enjoyed dealing with the following headaches:

Bark beetles were found in a few hedges inside the gardens, traced to a newly-placed tree.

I've got the Narns giving me wild tales of slavery of non-sentient species and sonic weapons,

I had traffic backed up for hours because of a ship that just parked in the shipping lane and refused to respond beyond some clucking.

Delenn wore a mysterious glove on her right hand that she refused to explain, to the point of almost fleeing to avoid any question about it.

Londo is recovering from some allergic reaction to eating an egg.

The waters of one of the gardens are now fouled because the pumps couldn't handle some 'goose leavings' that suddenly appeared.

Ambassador Kosh...well, he may or may not have been affected, it's hard to tell.

Lt. Ivanova has been acting paranoid for days, and has hardly been seen outside of her work shift.

We've had to dissuade some people from the start of a new fad of jumping from high places before someone got hurt; even though I like to give people their freedom as much as possible, there are limits.

Your pipers set up a cerebral redundagram in Miss Winter's head that almost caused her to go crazy.

And lastly, those dozen drummers you sent to us decided to have a little marching parade around the station to the beat of their own cadence. At least they did until they got to Brown sector, where they proceeded to get into a major fight with some people who apparently didn't take music appreciation in school, but could appreciate a drum as a blunt instrument.

In the spirit of truth, culture and fairness I will allow you back on the station. In honor of justice, public relations and civil order I am confining you to your quarters for two weeks until things calm down again, at least as much as they do around here. Maybe you can use the time to research the holiday more thoroughly for a future occasion.

Yours in peace and authority, Commander Sinclair

Below the note was a handwritten addition:

I'm sure I can get it reduced to one week - Delenn

A/N: This was the original end of the story, but while discussing an earlier chapter with a friend something was mentioned that kicked around in my head and became an idea for bringing in another character; guess there will be one more gift under the tree tomorrow! Hang on for a bonus day, the 13th day of Christmas...