Okay so here is my Christmas Present to you, an attempt at a New Trick's Christmas Fic! :)
Some of you may be wondering why I have used Jack and not Steve, it's beacuse even though I am warming to him I find him very hard to write!
DISCLAIMER: Not mine!
Anyways Enjoy x
With her skinny caramel latte to go firmly in hand Sandra Pullman was ready to brave the bitterly cold and frosty morning that was December the first. Already she had had enough of Christmas, that constant reminder that your doomed to be alone for all eternity wrapped tightly around her childhood memories of miserable Christmas', her mother claiming she was never grateful for what she had got, the awkward glares exchanged by her parents over the dinner table every Christmas meal. And of course there was the Christmas dinners themselves truly awful, it was the one time of year Gordon insisted Grace would surrender the oven gloves and allow him to take care of the most anticipated meal of the year. Of course he had promised his only daughter, the apple of his eye a very special Christmas meal and every year a young Sandra expected the best, even though the dinner was crap it was always special to Sandra as she watched her dad cook it every year and she saw it was made with love.
Then came her 14th Christmas, the first without her dad. It didn't seem right she didn't want to celebrate it but Grace, wanting to cheer her daughter up went to extra lengths that Christmas to make it seem special. Sandra hated it she felt her mother was replacing him, trying to prove she was capable of pulling off a perfect Christmas single handed. Sandra knew Grace only meant well but since then she swore she would never do Christmas again.
Today of all days her car would break down, it was the coldest day of the year and the streets were packed with Christmas shoppers. Deciding it would take too long to get to work by weaving in and out of manic shoppers Sandra gave up and decided to join them, well after all she thought it might be best if she got her mother a decent present this year and not the usual cop out present of cheap jewellery and bath stuff.
Normally she would avoid Oxford Street like the plague at this time of year but she thought maybe it was about time she faced her fears and braced this alien activity known as Christmas shopping. The lights were so pretty she remembered when she was ten and her dad had brought her to the big switch on right here on this very street, in fact she was stood near enough in the same place, it was the most magical day she could remember.
Having chosen something for her mother in Harvey Nicks knowing that her mother was bound to hate it like she hated everything else Sandra had ever bought her she flagged down a taxi and headed into work.
Hope this okay feel free to review! :) x