Oh come, you herdsmen
Summary: Jim is upset.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"Tell me," Jim wondered while he put Sarah and Tommy pasta on the plates (Their housemaid Gina had free today to do Christmas shopping and he had let himself talked from the kids into pasta and ketchup – not that this had taken much talking) "isn’t there a Christmas play at your school this year?”
"Errr,” Sarah and Tommy changed an uneasy glance, which, however, escaped their father since he helped himself just to a big amount of the pasta. "Anyway," the girl finally said hesitantly. "Rudolf, the reindeer.”
"And we again are in the play, “Tommy added.
"So. Mrs. Miller obviously has forgotten to invite me,” Jim wondered. “Please tell her that I of course glade will take the director’s job again.”
“Errrr.” The kids exchanged another uneasy glance. "She has another director," Sarah finally said hesitantly.
“What!?!" Jim dropped his fork. "How can she dare this? I’m near and far the most suitable and capable person for this job. After all I have the diploma from the play correspondence course ." That his performances therefor had gone in a different direction than just a Christmas story he preferred to hide deliberately.
"I think,” Sarah chewed thoughtfully a few noodles before she spoke further. "Mrs. Miller wasn't much happily about your interpretation of the biblical Christmas history last year.”
"Yes," Tommy added. “She said to make a Mario out of Maria was something... too daring.”
"But today it’s quite normal that two men have babies," Jim growled.
"However not in the old Bethlehem," threw Sarah in.
"And to put a Sehlat and a Tribble into the stable instead of ox and donkey she didn’t like either,” Tommy added.
"Philistine," Jim growled. "No sense of artistic liberties. She’ll see what she has from this.”
"And who shall direct it now?" he asked anyway. He was just too curious.
"Uncle Pavel," Sarah replied and got a snorting noise from her father.
"An impudence. This also is the gratitude that I have let him on my spaceship, taking my job from me.” Jim complained as the front door suddenly opened.
Before Spock could realise what had happened his bondmate had jumped into his arms, sniffling.
“They don’t let me direct the Christmas play,” he sobbed. "These peasants. I already was so excited about it. And I have so many ideas. But they take Chekov instead. As if he had any talent for this job.”
Spock, who was a bit taken by surprise about the whole attack, replied: "If you want a play, then let us have our own.”
"Oh yes,” Jim called filled with enthusiasm and let go of Spock. His anger already had disappeared in zero comma trifle. "This is a fantastic idea, darling. Of course I’m the Maria and you the Joseph. The kids can be the sacred three kings, perhaps Duncan and Scarlett go along with that. Bones is the donkey and" he pointed at his teddy bear which had for incomprehensible reasons made it from the bed room to the living room, "he’s the Jesuschild.”
"What are you thinking?” Jim turned around to the kids but his offsprings had preferred to vanish silently.