FOR THIS INCARNATION AT LEAST, CHRISTMAS HAD ALWAYS BEEN A PARTICULARLY ENJOYABLE TIME OF YEAR.
THERE JUST EXISTED SOMETHING WONDERFUL ABOUT IT ALL - THE FOOD, THE PRESENTS, THE CELEBRATIONS, THE SILLY LITTLE TRADITIONS THAT HUMANS RELISHED IN SO MUCH. It certainly brought a smile on his face to witness such genuine happiness - humanity seemed to be constantly at war with one another; it warmed both hearts to see that, once a year at least, they were able to drag all that misery to one side.
OF COURSE, CHRISTMAS WAS ONLY HALF AS ENJOYABLE WHEN ONE WAS INDULGING IN IT ALONE. Thankfully for him, this year there was going to be a party of three on board.
THIS WAS GOING TO BE VICTORIA’S FIRST CHRISTMAS SPENT IN THE TARDIS, AND HE WAS DETERMINED TO MAKE IT SPECIAL FOR HER. Given what they had all gone through together - the Daleks, the Ice Warrors, the Cybermen - he concluded that a Christmas spent firmly behind closed doors, tucked away in the warmth and safety of the vessel, was on the cards. As a result, during a chance landing in twenty-first century London, The Doctor had ushered both Victoria and Jamie away for an afternoon of sightseeing together, while he had undergone a few errands - namely purchasing a whole array of presents and other items, as well as a few Christmas cookbooks; granted, the old girl was perfectly capable of providing a feast fit enough for a king on December the 25th, but he at least wanted to try and make something himself - anything to provide Victoria with a sense of familiarity.
INTERNALLY BREATHING A SIGH OF RELIEF, HE WAS GLAD THAT HIS FIRST PLAN - MATCHING PYJAMAS - HAD WORKED.
“Of course! Can’t have him feeling left out, can we?” He beamed, before chuckling softly under his breath - last year had been Jamie’s own first Christmas, and he’d been subjected to the same treatment, with an entertaining response of his own, “With your help, I reckon we’ll even get him to wear the trousers this time! I didn’t quite manage to convince him to forgo the kilt last year, sadly - but with the both of us on his back, I’m sure he’ll give in eventually!”
“ Oh wonderful! ” Victoria beamed with glee. Oh it was going to be a bit of struggle to convince Jamie to put on trousers, but surely he couldn’t refuse the two of them. Not to mention, it was in the spirit of Christmas to play along. No one, not even Jamie at his grumpiest, could say no. Unless he was a Scrooge. But he couldn’t be! Not Jamie!
Victoria had always loved Christmas. It was always such a happy time in her home, when her mother alive at least. The whole house would be impeccably decorated from top to bottom, in reds and greens and silvers and golds and blues and OH it was so beautiful. Garland around the railings, wreaths on every door, winter berries and mistletoe in the hallways. Her Mama always took special care in decorating the drawing room.
It would be filled with guests on Christmas Eve so it had to look perfect. From the top of the tree to the ribbon wrapped around the candlesticks. She’d get to stay up late too! It would be full of laughter and dancing and then Father Christmas would arrive with presents a plenty. There’d be warm cookies and milk, if she was good. And she was always very good.
And of course, the Waterfield Family Pudding! A beloved tradition. Though it probably wouldn’t taste the same; for the life of her she couldn’t remember the exact measurement of the recipe. But surely that would be alright!
“ Doctor? ” the girl asked, a bit shyly. “ Could we make Christmas cookies together? You and Jamie and me? ”
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