A/N: call me slow but I've just realised that there are only two chapters left, including this one. So a race to the finish line then. I hope you like it!

I don't own Doctor Who.

25/12

When we woke up at a ridiculous houe this morning, after another nightmare, our stockings were already on the end of the bed and bulging. I love Christmas!

After extracting a solemn promise from the Doctor that he wouldn't touch his stocking while I was away, I went downstairs as quietly as possible to make us both a drink.

When I returned he was looking far, far too innocent. As I handed him his mug I noticed a glint of gold in his hand that he was trying very hard to conceal. I immediately accused him of eating chocolate money without me and he only stopped denying it when I had wrestled the wrapper from him and he had no defence. We both collapsed into giggles.

We spent ages looking through everything Father Christmas had brought us and eating chocolate for breakfast – absolutely fantastic, one of my favourite things about Christmas.

As the hour became more civilised we began to get visitors in the form of my cousins and my younger brother. The regularity with which they arrived led me to suppose that they had been told by their respective parents that we were the best people to visit early in the morning. I didn't mind, if we were going to be awake we may as well be useful. We spent about an hour showing what we had received and eating more chocolate.

After I'd decided that there were quite enough crumbs in my bed I moved the party downstairs for breakfast. Everyone dragged their stockings with them, it's one of the traditions of my family that included in the stocking would be a mini box of "special" cereal. I don't know why we couldn't take the box out of the stocking and just take that downstairs but no one ever did.

While I sorted out bowls, milk and spoons for everyone, James got them sitting down and the Doctor did drinks and supervised his toast. He was very keen to try out a special jar of marmalade he'd received in his stocking.

When the rest of the adults surfaced breakfast was over and things really got moving. I had to get Jack to wake up first, as I left his room I had a loud exclamation of "I love Santa Claus!". Those who wished to, dressed and attended mass at the nearby church. I was one of them, though I don't go to church during the rest of the year at Christmas it's a tradition and mum really appreciates it. This year was particularly amusing as there was a carol service before mass began and there weren't enough hymn books to go round so we spent a lot of time making up the words and humming. James insisted on using a Scottish accent as well, no idea why.

When we returned, brunch of scrambled eggs, smoked salmon and brown bread and butter was almost ready and mimosa was being served. All of us sat down at the table and partook of the meal, I missed out the scramblers, amid much chatter and noise.

After brunch it was time for more champagne and the opening of presents. We all moved into the sitting room where the Christmas tree was standing. After finding somewhere to sit (I was perched on the arm of the Doctor's chair) the madness began. The next couple of hours passed in a blur of wrapping paper, hugs, thank yous, squeals of excitement and kisses. A couple of the squeals were from me, I got some wonderful presents.

When, finally, there were no more presents left under the tree and everyone had calmed down a bit the Doctor stood up to make an announcement. He had been quiet for a bit and he had that look of anticipation in his eye. As this usually resulted in us running for our lives I was a little apprehensive. He smiled and said "I have just one last present to give to you all, if you wouldn't mind stepping outside…"

It was actually a bit more than "stepping out", everyone had to get wrapped (I wore my new hat) which took a while. Eventually when everyone was outside, the Doctor, wearing his overexcited schoolboy face, walked over to the TARDIS and opened the doors. My apprehension increased, offering to take everyone somewhere, or even allowing them inside the TARDIS, was not a good idea. However, he merely turned to face us, reached to press a small button above the doors, grinned and said "Merry Christmas".

As soon as he touched the button a blue light shot from the top of the TARDIS and into the sky and it began to snow. It looked beautiful. My family loved it and I couldn't help laughing with happiness before I went to give the Doctor a big hug thank you. He is utterly marvellous, he can save my life (several times) and give me a White Christmas – you can't say that about many people.

A/N: the penultimate chapter everyone, I hope you liked it. Clearly the snow thing is from Runaway Bride but I really liked it so I put it in! I'll try and post the last chapter soon, its long!

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