Series: ST TOS
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov, Andre, Mascha
Summary: Who has invented the Christmas tree?
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.
"By the way do you know that we Russians have invented the Christmas-tree?" Pavel Chekov asked his children while he moved their tree at the right place in the living room.
"I thought this tradition comes from Germany," Andre replied. "We have at least heard this at school.”
Pavel ignored him and pulled instead the glass balls out a box. "Of course we also have invented this.”
"But these also come from Germany,” Mascha threw in. "We have learned this, too, at school."
Pavel decided to also ignore this remark. How could the children deny his and their inheritance in such a blatant way? Insulted he began to decorate the tree in quiet.
"Of course candles also come from Russia," he said some time later as he attached real candles to the tree.
"These, however, also come from Germany," Andre answered. "We have learned this ..."
"... at school, I know," Pavel growled. "Surely you also claim...,” he indicated at the mistletoe branches and the sockets over the artificial fireplace, "that this also was invented in Germany?”
"No, as far as I know these are Christmas-customs from England and North America," Mascha helped her brother.
Pavel only snorted disparagingly.
Hikaru, who just came in a bowl with cookie in his hands wondered: “Thick air?”
"The kids don't have any sense for tradition and their home-country," Pavel complained. "They really claim that we Russians haven’t invented Christmas with all its customs.”
Hikaru put a comforting arm around his partner. "Don't take it too hard, love,” he whispered. "I know how many things you Russians have invented. And the best of it you can show my later in bed." He briefly put his hand into Pavel’s groin and smiled.
"But this," Andrew threw in precociously, “have after all invented the old Greeks.”