[See T'Pol. See T'Pol kind of smiling, in her own way. It's all in the eyebrows. But she looks a whole lot less lineface than normal. Apparently mistletoe is kind of like the space rocks she smoked for a while Trellium-D, hopefully without the added side effect of killing her slowly. In the background, there's some quiet jazz music playing. ]

It's curious. We felt the same urge to write to this Santa Claus figure last year, but I've never felt personally inclined until now. Is there a legend linking Santa to mistletoe? I imagine there must be something.

[She isn't humming, but it looks like she could start at any minute. Scary, man. While T'Pol's looking thoughtful, though, her very curious cat jumps into her lap to sniff at her PADD, but he loses interest when T'Pol picks him up. Cuddling with a cat while in public view? Not normal T'Pol behavior. She's just pausing to listen to the music for a moment.]

Earth traditions never fail to intrigue, it seems. [And she turns up the volume just a bit before clicking off the video.]

( Private letter to Santa for Agent K, Una, Tosh, Merlin, Paddy, Data, the Seventh Doctor, the EMH Doctor, Snape, the Borg Queen, Sam Winchester, and Jim Kirk )

[Private]

I never thought I'd see any after the Expanse. This isn't - I am not equipped to - if Phlox were--

I am too - afr-- concerned to sleep. It was not - the dreams - perhaps not yet. It will get worse. It--

[Public; switched to text]

I found a book outside my door; one I would rather not spend the next three days exploring. Have those who caused this been found?