[At some point in the middle of December the Doctor will find, in a brown paper package dropped off at his doorstep, a hand-knitted scarf made from very warm wool. It's made of alternating colors, though they're all in the cooler end of the spectrum-- blues, greens, and purples-- and fairly long.
Attached is a hand-written note:]
It's getting cold out, so I hope you can get a lot of use out of this! I dunno what it is, but you just sorta seemed like the scarf type.
Merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you like!
Your Secret Santa Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ
[Yes, she drew an excited face. Actually, it's recognizably female, so that narrows her identity down quite a bit.]
[ he cries when he opens this gift. not immediately. there are a good few minutes of overjoyed gladness, of appreciating the needlework and the lovely look of the scarf, the lovely nature of the note, the loveliness of receiving a secret santa, all the way out here where santa's never been and all his friends are new ones...
it's how touched he feels that gets him. paves the way for a complicated collection of other emotions waiting in the wings, nostalgia an odd background note. with all of these things, all of these memories, he sits in quiet for twenty minutes and cries.
it's a good thing. he should do it more often.
he will, of course, go on to wear this thing everywhere. and also, perhaps, to put two and two together over time. ]
[ on christmas eve, the doctor will receive a collection of the loudest bow-ties in the tailor shop, all in a gold bag with a tag reading: Happy Christmas, Doc. — Eggsy ]
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Mid-December
Attached is a hand-written note:]
It's getting cold out, so I hope you can get a lot of use out of this! I dunno what it is, but you just sorta seemed like the scarf type.
Merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you like!
Your Secret Santa Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ
[Yes, she drew an excited face. Actually, it's recognizably female, so that narrows her identity down quite a bit.]
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it's how touched he feels that gets him. paves the way for a complicated collection of other emotions waiting in the wings, nostalgia an odd background note. with all of these things, all of these memories, he sits in quiet for twenty minutes and cries.
it's a good thing. he should do it more often.
he will, of course, go on to wear this thing everywhere. and also, perhaps, to put two and two together over time. ]
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christmas!
christmas
I found this and thought of you. It was missing something, so I fixed it up. Have a good holiday. - V