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Jim’s mother picked them up from the shuttlebay when they arrived the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving. Leonard McCoy had accompanied them.

She hugged Jim for a long time, then turned to McCoy.

“Leonard, it’s good to see you again. I’m so glad you decided to come along.”

“Thank you for having me.”

She turned to Spock. “And you’re Spock. I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you, but Jim’s tightlipped.”

Jim laughed. “Mom.”

“Nevertheless, I’m happy you’re here. I know you’re a vegetarian so have no fear, I have dishes that are Vulcan friendly.”

“That is kind of you, madam.”

“Winona, please. Now let’s get a move on, There’s a chance of snow later and I want us all safely settled and, in the farmhouse, where it’s warm and cozy.”

Spock had to agree a short time later when they arrived at the farmhouse that it was nicely warm and welcoming.

He was even given a room with Jim, which he hadn’t been sure that would be the case.

“Oh, please. I’m not naïve,” she’d them. “Way back when I was your age, George’s mom made us have separate bedrooms at Christmas and he snuck into my room anyway. Now that I think about it, I think that’s when your brother was conceived.”

Jim winced. “We sure didn’t need to hear that, Mom.”

She chuckled, wrapped them in embraces and then led all three of them back downstairs to where she built a fire in the fireplace.

“It’s really nice to have someone in this house other than me again,” Winona told them.

Jim who sat beside her, patted her arm. “It’s nice for us too.”

“I wish Sam would…” She sighed.

“You can’t change him. Let’s just be happy with what we have here this time.”

“You’re right of course, Jimmy. Let me tell you what we’re having tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, broccoli, pie and—”

Jim smiled at Spock over his mother’s head and Spock felt very warm indeed.