Title: Merry Christmas
Location: Captain Iluvar’s Quarters, USS Tethys
Time: Christmas Eve – December 24, 2384
ON:
Iluvar hummed busily to himself as he gently hung a small, metallic sphere amidst the branches of a small evergreen tree that stood in the middle of his quarters. Christmas was one Earth tradition that he had carried with him through his many years and this was his first chance to decorate a tree aboard ship…captain’s prerogative.
Earlond and Logan met at Iluvar’s door at the same time, and Earlond activated the chime. “Any idea what’s going on?” Earlond asked.
“Not the slightest clue.” Logan replied, a look of curiosity and confusion on his face.
“Enter,” Iluvar called, bending down to pull out a long strand of gold, metallic garland from the box sitting on the chair next to the tree. As he started to lay it gently on the lowest branches, he heard the doors hiss open.
“Decorating?” Logan said, a little puzzled.
“Why not,” Iluvar asked, “It is Christmas, afterall.”
“Sir, it is hardly practical to continue this tradition,” Earlond said. “Christmas stopped being a recognized holiday before First Contact with the Vulcans.”
Iluvar stretched his arm to wrap the garland around one last time and set it gently at the top of the tree. “Earlond, haven’t you ever heard the story of Christmas,” he asked, brushing the small strands of garland from his hands.
Earlond shrugged. “I’ve come across some references,” he said. “Isn’t it about some large old man that goes around giving people presents?”
“He stole their cookies and milk or something like that.” Logan added.
Iluvar had to chuckle as he retrieved a freshly replicated plate of cookies and a glass of milk from the dispenser in the wall. “The man’s name was Santa,” he explained, setting the food down on the table, “and he visits every house on Christmas night, leaving gifts for the good children. The Children usually left out cookies and milk for Santa and…aha! That’s what I forgot.”
“What did you forget?” Logan asked.
“The reindeer that pull Santa’s sleigh,” Iluvar replied, “usually they would be left carrots.”
“Reindeer?” Earlond asked. Though he was no expert on animals, he was certain he’d never heard of reindeer.
“A species native to Earth’s northern regions,” Iluvar explained, “They were herd animals, though natives used them to pull sleighs and perform other manual labor. These reindeer were special, though…they could fly.”
“And I’m the Queen of England.” Logan retorted. “Reindeer can’t fly, I’ve seen them before. It’s a myth.”
Iluvar shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, “But that’s the story. Still, it’s not the most important thing that happened at Christmas. Drinks anyone?” He was standing by the replicator again, looking over at Earlond and Banks.
“I don’t know,” Earlond said, feeling a little reckless. “Surprise me.”
“Would that be eggnog I smell?” Asked Logan.
Iluvar laughed. “I figured you’d find it interesting,” he said, handing a glass of eggnog to Logan and a mug of hot chocolate to Earlond. Finally, he took a mug of hot chocolate for himself, taking a sip of the steaming, creamy chocolate.
“What was that most important thing?” Earlond wondered as he sipped the delicious warm liquid.
Iluvar took a seat in his chair and smiled. “It is the most important thing of all…” he began.
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A long time ago…nearly 2400 years, according to the Earth calendar, the known world on Earth consisted of the Roman Empire surrounding the Mediterranean Sea. On the eastern coast of the Mediterranean lay a small province called Palestine. This is where the Jewish nation of Israel had existed and then been conquered by the Romans.
Anyway, the Jews believed in one God…something that was very different from the other civilizations at that time. Almost 500 years earlier, a prophet speaking for their God told them that a savior would be coming.
The people waited and waited, but they did not see their savior come. Many expected a great king, a warrior, or a politician…someone who could throw off the yolk of the mighty Roman Empire.
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“What single man could overthrow an empire?” Earlond wondered
“Hey, the Captain is trying to tell a story. Be QUIET!” Logan said.
“Thank you,” Iluvar said, taking a sip of cocoa, “Now…where was I? Oh yes…”
———-
During that time, Emperor Augustus, leader of the Roman Empire, ordered that a census be taken of the people. Every man had to return to his hometown to be registered for the census. There was, in a small town called Nazareth, a carpenter named Joseph and his fiancee, Mary.
Mary had been visited by an angel from God saying that she was going to have a child. In Jewish society, it was considered very bad to have a child before a couple was to be married…the woman would have been considered to be very low. But Joseph chose to stay with her despite all this.
The journey was very long, and by the time they reached Bethlehem (where Joseph was from), Mary was ready to give birth. Unfortunately, all the inn’s were full and they had to stay in a stable.
That very night, this poor, lowly baby was born…but this was no ordinary baby…it was the Son of God.
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“Right,” Earlond said. “Why would the Son of God be a baby? Shouldn’t He be some all-powerful being?”
“I’m going have to take sides with Earlond on this…” Logan said.
“Even in the 24th Century, we don’t necessarily understand how everything works in the universe,” Iluvar said, “The Bajorans believe in the Prophets, the Vulcans in their logic…some of us still believe in Christianity. Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. Hmm…perhaps I better finish the story…”
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Out in the fields outside of Bethlehem, shepherds stood watch over their flocks. Suddenly, an angel appeared to them. Naturally, they were all extremely frightened. But the angel said, “Do not be afraid. For see, I bring you good news of great joy to all the peoples. To you this day in Bethlehem is born a Savior who is Christ the Lord.”
Suddenly, a whole host of angels appeared in the sky singing. When they left, the shepherds decided to go to Bethlehem and see this thing that they had been told about. Sure enough, they found Joseph and Mary and Jesus, the Christ Child. Then they went and told everyone the great news.
Now, at that same time, wise men in the east who were studying the stars saw a new star, brighter than all the rest. They figured that it must signify the birth of a new king. So they packed up and followed the star across the desert. The trip took them a long time. Finally, the star stopped above the house where Joseph, Mary, and Jesus were living. The wisemen were overjoyed and they gave the young child gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
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“So….Christmas is about a baby?” Earlond asked incredulously.
“Yes…and no,” Iluvar replied, “Christmas is about God’s gift to mankind…the gift of love. Over the years, we’ve seen how imperfect man can be. Just look at the three world wars we’ve gotten ourselves into. Even now, in the Federation, we still find people who are corrupt and we find ourselves fighting wars against other entities such as the Dominion. We have advanced…but not near far enough to be considered perfect.”
“And the baby…. what’s with that?” Logan asked.
“‘God sent His Son into the world, not to condemn the world, but that the world, through Him, might be saved’,” Iluvar quoted from memory, “It’s a scripture from a book called the Bible. It tells us that God gave mankind his Son so that we would be saved from our own sins. That’s why people give gifts on Christmas Day and why St. Nick, or Santa Claus, comes on Christmas Eve with presents.”
Earlond nodded, finally seeing what Iluvar was saying. “Sounds like the greatest gift was this baby, then,” he said. “If it’s true…wow. That’s pretty amazing.”
Logan also nodded, agreeing with Earlond.
“Good, now that that’s through, I have some presents here,” Iluvar said, setting his mug on the table and reaching under the tree to pull out two square boxes wrapped in vibrant paper. One was labeled ‘To: Earlond’ and one ‘To: Logan’. He handed them to their respective owners. “Go ahead, open them,” Iluvar said, “You’re supposed to tear the paper.”
Despite Iluvar’s instructions, Earlond carefully removed the paper, conserving the paper in its entirety. Inside the box, he found a 22nd Century phase pistol – one that, according to the note enscribed in the lid, had belonged to Malcolm Reed of the Enterprise NX-01. Earlond knew a bit about Reed, and even saw a few similarities between them.
Logan opened his gift. “Hey, whada know, its a sextant. They used to use these for sailing on Earth back in the 16 century. I haven’t ever seen one in person, till now!”
“I’m glad that you enjoy your presents,” Iluvar said, a mischevious grin spreading across his face, “now there’s only one thing left to do. Computer, a selection of Christmas carols if you please.” The tones of the old Christmas hymn “Joy to the World” began to fill the room.
“I should have known there’d be singing,” Earlond grumbled good-naturedly, resigning himself to the joy of Christmas.
OFF
A Special Christmas Joint Post by:
Captain Iluvar
Commanding Officer – USS Tethys
Task Group Commanding Officer – Task Group 22-B “Pioneers”
Lieutenant Commander Earlond
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Tethys
and
Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Logan Banks
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Tethys