A Christmas To Remember || Clara, Eleven, and Samandriel
Between the gift giving, the pretty Christmas lights hung up, the carolers, and the baking, Christmas was easily Clara's favorite holiday and the saddest holiday as well. It was her mother's favorite holiday. Her and her mother would spend hours in the kitchen, talking about everything while baking. Her dad wearing the tackiest Christmas sweaters. Dancing around in tinsel when she was a little girl when they use to decorate the tree together because she thought it was pretty. She always visited her father now on Christmas, but things were never the same. Living with the Maitlands, however, had made it all more exciting and fun. She tried to bring in a few of her own Christmas traditions and incorporated things that Angie and Artie liked to do. Christmas meant so much more to her when they were happy.
It was still far away but today was an important day. Today was the day they were going to decorate the tree. Clara had been disappointed to learn that George had to go off for his job so he wouldn't be able to join the kids in decorating. Although they never said it, she could tell they were more than a little bummed. She made it up to them by buying a real Christmas tree this time something that they never had. The fake one hidden somewhere in the garage could be left there for one more year. They were messy and she'd do all the cleaning up, but it would be worth it.
She had thought it was just going to be her, the kids, and the Doctor, but after recently talking to a friend, she had invited him along as well. Samandriel had seemed more than a little confused about the whole Christmas traditions, and more importantly, he was seemingly alone and Clara believed no one should be alone. Even if he was an angel. Explaining Samandriel had been a little hard since Clara didn't fully understand everything about angels and she had only met a handful. Gabriel, the terrible one she had met at the masquerade ball, Anna, and Samandriel, the one she had taught how to dance at the ball as well. There was something about him that made her want to keep her eyes on him and make sure he was doing okay. He had been the first to talk to her about angels and demons and the like, and he was one of the two she felt confident enough to have around. Because honestly, one would think angels were all nice but that was just rubbish.
When she woke up, her day started off by finally purchasing a tree stand. They had gotten the tree a day ago and it needed to be put up. She had been counting on George, Artie, and the Doctor to be able put it up, but that was nixed when George left. She wasn't sure how much she'd be able to help lift a tree, but now that Samandriel was coming she'd hope he'd be able to help more than she could. After she purchased the tree stand, she was in the kitchen. She had planned the day to be able to bake and decorate the tree. With her light blue snowflake pattern apron on, she moved through the kitchen, getting out ingredients. Artie lingered near the counter ready to help with his sleeves rolled up, and Angie had already made her request for no souffles today which wasn't on the menu (surprisingly) today.
"Who moved the mixing bowl to the top shelf?"
