Once again that time of (Earth) year had come around. The one where people met with their friends and families where they could and celebrated a fat guy in a red snowsuit climbing down peoples chimneys in the middle of the night to eat their food and leave his junk lying around. Dante knew there was far more to it than that, but that was how a certain Tellarite acquaintance of his called Gruv Skallig had described the Human Christmas to him at one point, and Dante had never been able to get it out of his head in that fashion since.

This year, was a special one to Dante and Natasha. They had Oscar. It was going to be Oscars first Christmas on the Saracen and Dante had decided that this year he was going to invite the crew to a relaxed gathering, provide food and ask people to bring something called a Secret Santa to add to a pile under the tree, and a decoration they could hang on it.

Dante was particularly proud of the tree itself. Natasha had been adamant, she wanted a real tree this year. Not a fake one, not one with fibre-optic lights that would keep Bruce mesmerized for hours, not a replicated one. A real one. She wanted a real Christmas Tree, in space, hundreds of Light Years away from Earth. Dante had found a Ferengi that was peddling something he called authentic Hooman Krispmas Trees and while they kind of looked right, Dante didn’t really want to part with an arm and a leg just to afford it. So he did the next best thing.

Dante had assembled an away team and visited a nearby planet that happened to have a Class M atmosphere and was uninhabited. After some searching and artistic adjustments with a phaser, they had returned to the Saracen with something that resembled a Pine Tree that reached the roof of the cargo bay that Dante was arranging the party in. Mostly decorated with tinsel, Christmas Baubles and lights there was plenty of space for the crew to hand their small special additions.

With the time having arrived for people the gathering to begin, Dante watched as several crew filled tables with foods from all over the Federation, inspected that the Ambrosia Pudding was made correctly and not to Natasha’s recipe, and paused and looked at Bruce. Bruce, Dante and Natasha’s three metre long Asian Monitor Lizard pet had been helping Dante decorate, making sure any of the round christmas baubles that fell on the ground and tried to escape, were rounded up, chewed and convinced never again to escape. That Bruce was wearing a red and green Christmas Sweater had made the lizards efforts to destroy the christmas baubles all that much more satisfying to him, and he was plotting revenge against Babushka, Natasha’s grandmother for having made it for him.

=/\= Nat, it’s Dante. We’re ready here, where are you? I thought you were coming to help decorate love? =/\=

Captain Knight, CO

OOC: Okay everyone, this here is a ‘small’ thread where you can feel free to post, meet other people in the crew and relax a little as these holidays arrive and we may find some peoples posting slows down and some side sims might not be enough to keep green. Feel free to join us, relax and have some fun. This isn’t a serious thread, and you are more than welcome to come enjoy the party and relax.