Torchwood, the night before Christmas, when all through the hub,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Ianto down in the sub (levels.)
The weapons were placed in the armory with care,
In hopes in case of emergency, they'd still be there
The others were home, all snug in their beds,
while visions of weevils danced in their heads.
Ianto in his boxers and I finishing a night cap,
was just cleaning up from a very interesting mishap.
When out over the lift, there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my man-hole, to see what was the matter.
Away out the tourist centre, I flew like a flash,
Out across the plass, I set out in a dash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the tower below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a police box I hadn't seen in at least a year.
With a little precarious alien, the whimsical old driver,
I knew in a moment it was the Doctor with his sonic screwdriver.
More manic than usual, out the door he came,
All the while shouting out my name
"Jack!" He called, "How have you been?"
I couldn't help myself to smile, oh how I like ten.
"Been busy,"I replied with a twinge of fear,
I had to ask why he was here as I knew trouble must be near.
As his manic grin faded from sight, he let out a sigh,
And flew into how Christmas Eve once again went awry.
As common knowledge, I knew The Doctor always saves the day,
And he told me how he did so, strolling by the bay.
And then, in a twinkling, to walk by my side,
A beautiful Welshman joined our aimless stride.
The elaborate introduction was met with a smirk,
I knew in an instant, I would be later receiving a perk.
The Doctor measured Ianto up, from his head to his foot
And smiled approvingly at the well-cut suit in the colour of soot.
"Nice to meet you." He grinned at the young quiet man
only to be taken aback by Ianto shaking his hand
His eyes, how they twinkled as he turned back to me
"I like him, he is brilliant. I can tell." He added with glee.
Ianto's cheeks flushed, bright red like a cherry.
The sight was breathtaking. How merry.
We chattered away about life on the TARDIS
Ianto laughed particularly hard at the adventures in Charybdis (The planet, not the place on Earth.)
The slender face lit up at the Timelord's offer to come along
The feeling that knotted inside knowing I couldn't just felt wrong
Ianto's bright blue-grey eyes locked onto mine
I attempted a face to tell him it was fine
He had his furrowed brow down to the letter
With a tilt of his head, he showed he knew better
Ianto politely declined as the Cardiff wind picked up blowing
I released a breath I hadn't even realised I'd been holding
The Doctor bid farewell as he headed back to his domain
with thoughts of adventures he soon would shall gain
I detected the shiver coming from the man next to me
Instinctively I pulled him closer smelling roasted coffee
Turning to my Welshman as the TARDIS vanished from sight
"Happy Christmas Ianto. Will you be staying the night?"