Rating: G (yes I know a G rating for Torchwood seems like a contradiction in terms ;))
Jack tended to gloss over Christmas. He had been alive far too long and seen far too much to be religious, and he was usually on his own. However, Ianto, it seemed, definitely didn't gloss over any part of the festivities. Jack had considered just wrapping himself up with a bow, but that had seemed too clichéd, which was why he was wandering down Cardiff high street agonising over the right gift. It should have been easy; he'd had enough practice at gift buying over the years, but it had to be perfect. For Ianto only the best would do.