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“Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane. Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeers pulling on the reins. Bells are ringing, children singing, all is merry and bright. So hang your stockings and say your prayers, cause Santa Claus comes tonight.”

“It is difficult to believe that once more you are indulging my nephew with this.”

Jim glanced up from the cookies he was rolling out on a wooden board to look at his boyfriend who stood just outside the kitchen looking as grumpy as Bones.

“This?”

“Christmas in July. Vanik has filled your head with this non—”

Jim arched a brow.

Spock stopped, cleared his throat. “Notion. This notion.”

“You were going to say nonsense.”

“A poor word choice.”

“You bet it was,” Jim said, coolly. “What in the world makes you think it’s only Vanik that wants to do this?”

“Well.” Spock stopped and looked quite uncomfortable.

“Sometimes Humans like to do silly things they consider fun and as my mate it is your duty to indulge me.”

“I was unaware that you desired to participate in Christmas in July on your own without influence of my nephew’s wishes.”

“You didn’t ask,” Jim said. “And you know what? Even if it was just him, what’s wrong with indulging a child once in a while?”

Spock closed his mouth.

Jim snorted. “That’s what I thought. I know logic dictates that brain of yours, babe, but sometimes you need to set aside logic and just have fun. Or pretend you’re having fun anyway. And it’s not even a big deal. All we are going to do is have a few decorations, some holiday food like cookies, and watch Christmas movies while wearing our Christmas in July shirts.”

“Christmas in July shirts?” Now his boyfriend looked dumbfounded. It was a good look, Jim decided.

 “Yep. Yours is on a hanger in the bedroom.” He smiled.

Spock blinked. “Very well, Jim. I will do my best to…have fun.”

“Excellent. Now let me get back to my gingerbread Vulcans.”

This time Spock snorted, but he turned and walked away, appropriately chastened, Jim decided.