All I want for Christmas is for Donna Noble to remember D: but since a certain Moffat won't let that happen I'll have to settle myself with this. Read and review!

I Hate Christmas

I hate Christmas.

Well, maybe not hate, but absolutely loathe entirely.

Actually, possibly a little less than that. Perhaps it's just a bother now, but the more I think the more it just confuses me.

It's true that I did used to despise the holiday. Christmas. What a waste of the let's-all-get-together-with-family excuse just to spend heaps of money on gifts that'll just be exchanged for twenty dollar gift cards at the local Target. It's become more commercialized than anything, making single woman everywhere weep that they're going to die alone with 76 cats since there's no one under the mistletoe with them.

But, I must admit, it is quite pretty.

I do enjoy when it snows. Yeah, I completely love a white Christmas. The ground is coated in all the frigid snow and makes the grass look like an angels should be skating on them. And for the silliest reason, I think of fireworks. A deep gorgeous blue of fireworks exploding in the air and sprinkles of snow falling out of it. Then, I think and feel of friendship, everywhere. Like a best friend is about to give me this huge, big, bone crushing hug. Like I'm loved.

It's really bonkers, really, I don't even have a best friend. Quite honestly, most people I meet are idiots and I try my best to stay away from. So I get very sad, that this best friend I don't even have is taken away from me. A best friend I could have adventures with, who tells me I'm brilliant when I'm really nothing. I don't have that though, but the snow makes me think I do. I'll just fall in to this depression for a few seconds, but looking at the snow makes it all better again. The pretty snow.

Once, I tried to think of a face for this best friend of mine. It would be a man, nobody to screw around with or anything, just a friendship. Maybe he'd be too skinny and I'd rag on him about it and he would have to have a wonderful set of hair. My head hurt horribly after that, like I was on fire. I never experienced such pain, I fell down and my head throbbed and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't wind up shrieking. It was like my brain was a black board and someone was just stroking their nails across it. Eventually, after waiting long enough, the pain died down and I never tried to think too hard of my best friend that never was my best friend again.

But I still can't help but wonder about it all.

Snow. Blue fireworks. And friendship.

All that and a cup of hot chocolate can get me through another season of a fat jolly man coming down chimneys.

It's funny, but I think I actually do love Christmas.

Hopefully it snows this year, yeah.