A/N: Next chapter and a quick update – wow.
I don't own Doctor Who.
22/12
I finally got the Doctor to come Christmas shopping today. I'm not one of those people who starts in October or anything but leaving it until the day before we're supposed to be at my parents' house is cutting it a bit fine. Anyway we decided to go back to the shopping planet but to land on the other side of it in the hopes that we would be able to avoid the shops we had been in last time. Parking was even more hellish than normal and the whole place was festooned in non-religious decorations – well, I saw a couple of stars but we'll let it pass.
It didn't take us long to do the easy presents, i.e. mum, James, Lily, my grandparents, my three uncles and aunts and my five cousins and there was only the difficult people to get, my dad and Dominic. The Doctor had got to the low blood sugar stage of shopping when he just needed to sit down, take a break and get some food in him. I sent him off in search of lunch and carried on by myself for a while.
When I found him again, an hour and a half later, he was back in the TARDIS tinkering away. I'd been very successful so I didn't bother having a go at him for escaping, also I was exhausted.
I had to snatch the bag that had his present in away from him and he got that knowing look in his eye and he has his overexcitement back.
I'd had a panicked phone call from mum which resulted in another couple of bags being added to my pile, presents for Ben and Stace who were joining us for Christmas.
I did give the Doctor something that I'd bought for him. I gave him a stocking. When I found out I couldn't believe he didn't have one. Opening stockings on Christmas morning was one of the best and most important traditions we had. I'd also bought us a copy of "The Grinch" a most brilliant Christmas film. As soon as I had stowed all the bags in a cupboard (hiding the Doctor's in a special place where I was sure he wouldn't find it, however hard he looked) we settled down to watch it.
The Doctor loved it even more than I thought he would – I keep hearing snatched of him singing around the TARDIS. Stuff like "seasick crocodile" and "termites in his smile", once even "Where are you Christmas?".
I had to wrap all the presents tonight but it wasn't the ordeal I thought it would be because the Doctor showed me this room I'd never been in before. It was like something you see in all the old Christmas movies. It had a beautiful fireplace, with a roaring fire, and we spread all the presents and wrapping paper and ribbons and bows out like Santa's grotto, listened to Stephen Fry reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and drank cups of cocoa. I did the actual wrapping while the Doctor alternated between decorating and writing the labels and staring into space to better understand the story. The labels when he was concentrating were written in beautiful calligraphy and the ones when he was concentrating on Harry's trials and tribulations are in a spider like scrawl.
Sleep came easily when we finally went to bed, though my fingers were throbbing from the continual sticking down and folding and curling of ribbon, and though I was starting to get that excited Christmas feeling that makes you laugh and smile for no real reason.
A/N: I have to say that I wrote this around Christmas and I was getting a bit overexcited. Also, most of the traditions and situations that are mentioned have actually happened in my family, so it's all drawn from real experience.
I don't own "The Grinch" (a damn fine film), Harry Potter or Stephen Fry. Who else is getting overexcited about the last book?
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