Spock One-Shots

Traditions

Spock went around the Enterprise completely baffled, not knowing what was happening or why there were pine trees decorated with lights and shiny balls of glass well..everywhere.

He was also clueless as to why there were plants with white berries hanging from the tops of walkways.

However, the most peculiar thing of all was seeing the crew prance around wearing strange, fuzzy red hats with white balls on top while singing. Seeking answers, he pays a visit to his girlfriend, (Y/N). 

Upon arrival, he notices that the strange plant even adorns her door.

He frowns and knocks.
"Yeah?!" You shout through the door.

"May I come in?" He asks.

"Give me a minute!" You shout, pulling on your uniform.

You had just come out of the shower and your hair was dripping wet. You look in the mirror and sigh.

"This will have to do." You mumble, opening the door.

Spock looks suprised by your appearance.

"I can come later if it is more convenient," he offers, the tips of his ears turning green as he blushes.

"No, it is fine. Come in." You reply, towel drying your hair.

"I just was going to inquire as to why the ship is decorated so strangely." Spock inquires awkwardly.

You stifle a giggle.

"Christmas." You answer, smiling.

Spock nods, trying desprately yo remember anything he can about the word. All he seems to remember was a fat old man with a long, white beard and a red suit. No, that can't be right...

You see his confusion and do your best to explain the Jesus birth, Santa, Christmas trees, Christmas carols, and Santa hats.

After a few minutes of silence, he looks like he understands.

"It seems illogical to me," Spock states.

You roll your eyes.

He gets up to leave and makes it to the door before stopping and saying, "there is one tradition that you did not explain to me,"

You frown.

"What one is that?"

"Why there are plants with white berries hanging from the doorways."

He points to the one above himself.

You turn bright red. "Well...you are supposed to kiss whoever you are under the plant with. It's called mistletoe."

His cheeks turn slightly green as he blushes. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Merry Christmas," you say before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

After a few moments, you pull away.

"Merry Christmas, indeed." Spock says.

I think I may see the logic in Christmas after all.