2 - All I Want For Christmas Is You
Martina wandered around the busy shopping centre, glancing at the various overly decorated window displays and not seeing anything she wanted. She knew that she had to find herself a Christmas present, because otherwise the holiday really wasn't going to be very exciting, but there was nothing she wanted. The cookware looked very modern and fancy, but did she really need an expensive coffee machine cluttering up the precious little counterspace she had in her kitchen when a kettle would suffice? She thought not. She passed a stationery shop, but she didn't need anymore pens; she got enough of those from work. And she certainly wasn't going to invest in a filing cabinet - the day she started transferring Boswell files into her own home would be a bad one indeed. The toyshops, though bright and happy, didn't appeal to her because she didn't have any children. And she couldn't see herself with them anytime in the near future. Martina didn't know what she wanted. Well, she did. But a stable relationship and positive family atmosphere weren't exactly things you could get from your average high street shop. And so her quest continued. Music shops? She wasn't really a fan of much music. Unless it was a violin dirge being used to taunt Mister Boswell. Clothes shops weren't appealing either. They were either full of fashionable students or families or alternative dressers. She passed a tattoo studio and snorted. What would she get inked on her skin? 'I hate Boswells'? A picture of Joey drowning in tax forms? A bridal studio next. No point going in there, she wasn't going to be wearing a white dress and veil anytime soon as far as she could see. Jewellery shops were pointless too. She didn't need an engagement ring or a way too expensive watch or an ornament. Same with perfume. She already had what she needed. No use buying a newer and more expensive brand for the sake of it.
Martina made her way out of the shopping centre, sighing as another woman careered towards her with a pram. As she was leaving, another shop caught her eye, and an idea formed in her head. Part of her told her not to, it was childish, immature, stupid. But another part of her propelled her feet forwards and into the shop.
An hour later, and Martina was exiting the store, a box in her hand and a grin on her face. Nobody paid much attention to her, but she was secretly thrilled that she had found herself a gift. Back at home, she placed the contents of the box on her dresser. A fluffy yellow teddy, wearing a leather jacket, trousers and shoes, a white shirt and holding a miniature mobile phone sat and stared at her. She pulled the certificate she had also made in the shop out too. 'Name: Joey. Owner: Martina.' Martina smiled to herself. She said she would get him one day.