“I do not understand why you are crying.”

Jim sniffed and wiped his eyes, smiling through his tears at his Vulcan boyfriend as they sat on the couch in the sitting room of Jim’s quarters on the Enterprise.

“Because Clarence got his wings,” Jim attempted to explain. “And George realized how important he was to the lives of those he loved and that it was okay to ask them for help.”

Spock shook his head, looking bemused. “You also cried during The Muppet Christmas Carol.”

“Well,” Jim said defensively. “It was sad when Belle dumped him. And even Rizzo cried.”

“A fake rat.”

Jim sniffed. “Tiny Tim didn’t die and Scrooge was saved.”

“And in the other one—”

“His heart grew twelve sizes.”  

His boyfriend shook his head. “If they make you cry, why do you watch them?”

“Because I love them.” Jim smiled. “I haven’t seen them in years. I used to watch them every year but not for a while. A lot of people think I’m weird for loving them so much.”  

“I am not sure weird is the term I would use, but I am not sure I quite understand it myself. You have, by your own admission, seen them dozens of times, yet you continue to watch them again and again.”

“Yep. I’m sure it’s quite illogical to Vulcans.”

“Hmm. My mother was Jewish, but we didn’t observe any holiday on Vulcan and I do not believe she did while on Earth before my father.”

Jim nodded. “My mother’s father was Jewish. But we really didn’t follow any specific religion when I was growing up. We treated everything kind of secular.” He leaned over and kissed Spock on the cheek. “Thanks for indulging me. Not only did you let me watch Christmas movies but in July. Or what would be July on Earth, anyway.”

“As illogical as you are, you are still my illogical Jim and therefore, of course, I indulge you.” Spock’s lips curved upward.

Jim glanced toward the little decorated Christmas tree in his quarters. “Even that?”

Spock nodded.

Jim laughed. “Come on. It’s time for bed.”

Spock sighed. “Do you still intend to wear the Santa hat?”

“You bet. Ho ho ho.”  

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