This is a sequel of sorts to 2016’s I Heard the Bells (that can be found in my holiday collection on AO3)

Spock woke early, ready to prepare for the day ahead of him. He generally rose long before his husband and mate, Jim.

But it was not an ordinary day.

Over the years of being with Jim, Spock had learned to embrace the illogical celebrations of Terran holidays. His own mother had been raised Jewish. He was not unfamiliar with such traditions.

Jim was expecting a big day. He had invited everyone he knew. Even Jim’s mother and Spock’s father were coming. That had surprised Spock. Sarek had stated it was all illogical but he would be there anyway.

Both of their remaining parents were aged and fading before their eyes. This might be their last holiday season to see them, Jim kept saying, and Spock could not disagree.

He left Jim sleeping and went down to begin the preparations. He stopped in the living room to turn on the lights on the trees, two of them, and light the fire.    

It was still a few hours until everyone arrived, but Spock started Jim’s coffee, and started getting ready to cook the food.

He’d been up for an hour when Jim came down, showered, and dressed and still looking gorgeous.

“Been up for a while, honey?” Jim asked, after giving him a kiss.

“A bit. Did I wake you?”

“No. I’m just anxious for the day. And your surprise.”

Jim had been talking about his surprise for a while now and Spock inwardly rolled his eyes. Jim meant well but Spock could not imagine what ‘surprise’ was supposed to be so wonderful.

“I am sure it will be well-received,” Spock said indulgently, though somewhat absently as he stirred a sauce.

He was a little surprised when Jim chuckled, kissed Spock’s nose, and then went outside to mess with the outdoor decorations.

It was several hours into the celebration when Spock commented to Jim.

“My father has not arrived yet.”

Jim smiled. “I think he’s here. I’ll be right back.”

And once more Jim went outside.

It was ten minutes later before he came back inside, bringing with him Sarek.

“Father, there—”

And then Spock saw her. Behind his father was his daughter, whom he had not seen in many years.

“Jim,” he whispered, knowing well that was who was responsible.

“Mm.” Jim kissed Spock’s cheek. “Happy Holidays. Surprised?”

“Yes.” Spock stepped forward to greet his father and daughter, unable to form words of gratitude for his mate.