Disclaimer: I own nothing.  A/N: This is a stand alone Sarai
story set before It's A Return, so there's no Darla brought back
or anything.  It was going the worst Christmas Sarai ever had.
And considering she only had one other in which the real Santa
Clause tried to kill her, it was a big statement to make.
Christmas Eve should be spent anticipating the next day. Not
dreading it. "Calm down," she eventually heard her father tell
her, while she wallowed on the sofa. She looked up and saw he
was holding hot chocolate and a plate of sugar cookies. She
waved it away. Angel pouted. A rejection of chocolate and
cookies by Sarai was serious business. "Come on, it's Christmas
Eve," he tried to coerce cheerfully.  "More like Sucky Eve," the
teenager bitterly muttered. "Everything is so messed up! I'm
such an idiot!"  "No, you're not."  She snickered. "Dad, I fell
off the stage during the Holiday Play!" she exclaimed.  Angel
winced at the memory of the incident that took place a few hours
before. It was pretty bad. Sh