A/N

Hey, everone! Um...just a warning: if you don't like moviefics, then I suggest you stop reading this story, cause a majority of this is going to be, basically, the Polar Express (as seen through the eyes of Lucy). So, yeah. I understand that some people cannot stand moviefics. But, in my opinion, I think seeing her father the way she is currently will really help Lucy believe more in the Christmas Spirit. And I also think it will help them grow closer as father and daughter.

Oh, and sorry if this one's super short.

I guess that's it! Happy reading!

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CHAPTER ONE: CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

So, every year, my dad takes Susan and I to the mall to do some shopping while my mom stays home and decorates the house. Now, being me, you've probably guessed that going to the mall means Christmas things EVERYWHERE.

I just about fell over in utter disgust.

Dad and Susan, however…well, let's just say I want the floor to swallow me up when I do Christmas shopping with them. They are so EMBARRASSING. I swear, people stare at us, and then I have to tell them, "I've never met these people in my life."

Anyway, after the mall, we went to the dollar store. Now, I guess it's not so bad. There's some cute stuff there…for little kids. But the best part is the really high shelves in the aisles. I can hide from Dad and Susan and they can never find me (unless I come up behind them and act like I was there the whole time).

This time, however, was different.

As I was pretending to be engrossed with the cleaning supplies (so those weirdo employees wouldn't bug me about anything), I turned around to see my dad standing with his arms folded.

"Lucy," he said, "what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked, trying to advert the attention away from myself. "I'm trying to decide what cleaner will work best on the kitchen floor." I lowered my voice. "You know how tough those grease stains get. I think we should go with the Swiffer Wet Jet Mop." I grabbed a package off the shelf and began to walk away.

"Hold it, young lady."

I stopped in my tracks and reluctantly walked back to him.

Dad shook his head. "Lucy, don't try that with me. I know you're hiding from me and your sister."

I scoffed. "What makes you say that?"

Dad rolled his eyes, taking the Swiffer from me and putting it back. "My daughter, who is one of the biggest slobs in the world, is all of a sudden interested in cleaning products?"

I rolled my eyes back, realizing there was no way out of this. "Fine. You got me."

"I always do." His tone turned serious. "Now, what is this really about?"

"Wow. It's taken you thirteen years to figure it out?" I asked, truly amazed. "I've never liked the holidays. There's just something about them that just makes me go…ugh." I scrunched up my face to prove my point.

"Sweetie," my dad said consolingly. "I know you've never been fond of this time of year. But…sometimes you just have to…believe in the unseen."

I looked at him funny. "Sure…let's just pretend I understand you."

He sighed. "You know what? I'm going to go find Susan and we'll go check out." He started to walk away when he turned back to me.

"Think about what I said," he told me. Then he walked away.

I had no choice but to follow him. I really couldn't believe that after all that, he still had the idea in his head that all this Christmas stuff was real! Something needed to be done.

Fast.