I just flew past your Christmas, hope it was happy. Can't imagine it not being very happy, after all, got your family there. Your mother mentioned having Leo walk 'round the back on the New Year and through the front door carrying coal, salt, and bread so that you didn't have to risk having a dark-haired man walk through without it. Pracical woman, your mother. Making the luck work her way.
Anyway, on a new planet this time. Servacious Major. I've landed in a part of the country called The Waiting Dawn. Because of the angle that the planet sits at, this part of the world is in an eternal twilight. A forever state of "almost" between night and day. It's quite beautiful, actually.
For their New Year, they have to write the thing they wait for on a tablet and toss it into the black ocean, in hopes that the sea God will swallow it and help it to come true faster. I'm the sort of person to respect traditions. If you want to know what I wrote, you should call.
But maybe that's just me stealing a bit of your Mother's idea, making the luck work my way.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 200