As the days and months passed, something started bothering Ethan and Chris that neither could put their finger on. At last it dawned on Chris what was missing. "Eth, have you noticed the lack of Christmas decorations around?"
"Now that you mention it, yeah," Ethan suddenly snapped his fingers, "That's what's been bothering me. No Christmas. When Ryan comes home I'll ask him about it.”
Ryan walked through the door at the tail end of Ethan's statement. "Hey, guys."
Ethan jumped up and rushed Ryan, practically knocking him down with his exuberant greeting. "How'd the physical go?"
"I'm in perfect health and rarin' to go!" Ryan punctuated his statement by waggling his eyebrows.
"Get a room, you too!" Chris exclaimed. Ethan burst out laughing at Ryan's response, which was to raise an eyebrow towards Chris.
Still giggling, Ethan struggled to explain what Chris meant; the end result being all three of them laughing like maniacs. Eventually Ethan turned a serious look on Ryan. "Ry, why aren't there any Christmas decorations anywhere?"
"What are Christmas decorations?"
Both Ethan and Chris' faces fell. He didn't know about Christmas. Taking a deep breath, Ethan began to explain. "Back in my time, Christmas was a very special time, almost magical. Everybody got along real well and was happy. They put up special decorations and lights. Some were really beautiful. People would put evergreen trees in their houses and decorate them with lights, ornaments, garland and stuff, then put brightly wrapped presents under the tree which would be opened on Christmas day.
"Ornaments? Garland? Presents?" Ryan was completely baffled.
"Ornaments are small trinkets, usually made of very thin glass or wood, that are placed on the tree. They glass ones are usually in the shape of a ball, star or other shapes. Sometimes the wooden ones would be like a miniature sled with a little boy or girl on it. Garland is a string of stuff like flowers, popcorn or other stuff. Wait a minute. I think I have a picture of our tree." He retrieved his antiquated communicator from the bedroom and started looking through the pictures stored on it. Finally selecting one, he showed it to Ryan.
"Hey, that's pretty cool! I like it. But what are the things under the tree?"
"Presents," Chris answered. “They’re things that you buy for people who are in your life that are important to you. It’s a way of showing your affection and appreciation to them.”
“That’s a really great idea. I wonder why it died out.” Ryan mused.
“I think it was because it was originally a religious holiday, and it became way too commercialized.” Chris opined.
“Stores started pushing Christmas in July. I think people just got sick of it and stopped celebrating it.”
“Okay, so how do we go about, I think the word you used was ‘decorating’? I don’t know of any place where you can get decorations like those.”
Ethan and Chris exchanged looks. “We have an attic full of them. I wonder if going back and getting them would disrupt the timeline?” Ethan asked.
“Check with Duncan in the morning. I don’t think retrieving them will cause any problems.” A huge yawn followed Ryan’s statement, “I’m tired. I’m going to ─ what’s that phrase you used ─ hit the sack.”
“Right behind you baby.”
Sleep didn’t come easy for Ethan. He lay in bed for several hours mentally reviewing the decorations he had and how he would decorate the apartment.
Ethan knocked on Duncan’s open door. “Ethan. Come in and have a seat. What can I do for you?”
Ethan quickly explained the concept of Christmas. “What I would like to do is go back and get all of my Christmas stuff, but would it alter the timeline?”
“I don’t think so, Ethan, as long as you don’t interact with anyone. Remember, you and Chris disappeared without a trace. Go ahead but be careful.”
“I will. Thanks, Duncan!” Ethan was out of the room in a flash. A half hour later all four travellators went crazy spitting out box after box. Ethan finally materialized and was greeted by a sea of faces, all of which were sporting puzzled looks. “Uh, hi guys. I just went back to my old house and grabbed a few things.” While he was gone word spread quickly about his plan and he had no shortage of help getting everything home and the apartment decorated inside and out.
Ryan came home from an unplanned mission and looked around the apartment completely amazed. “This place looks fantastic, baby. You did a wonderful job.”
“I can’t take all the credit. I had a lot of help from the job.”
“Remind me to thank everyone.”
An unknown, yet very pleasant smell caused Ryan to wake up and turn over. Ethan was standing before him wearing nothing but a ribbon around his neck holding a tray with two steaming mugs, one of which he was handed. “What is this?”
“It’s an ancient traditional Christmas drink known as wassail. Try it.”
“Wow. This is awesome, but not as awesome as what I’m looking at. I take it this is my present?”
“Yes,” he said with half-lidded eyes as he removed the covers, revealing a very hard, naked Ryan. Already prepared, he straddled Ryan’s lap and slowly slid down Ryan’s weeping erection until he was fully impaled. Up and down he slid, faster and faster until they both exploded in mind-numbing orgasms.
They lay together, wrapped in each others’ arms for about a half hour before Ryan jumped out of bed. “C’mon, we have to get dressed. Adrienne will be here soon with a present for you and Chris. Go wake him up while I grab a shower.
Adrienne arrived shortly thereafter. “Guys ready for your present?” Both nodded. She stepped aside and in walked Alicia, shocking both men.
“So who’s going to be the first to welcome me to my new home?”
Christmas is truly magical.