A/N: Merry Christmas and try to not get overly sad because Matt Smith is going (even though BBC is not making Christmas happy these last few years). Remember, you are all wonderful and you do make people happy for just being you.
Love, Minerva Nargles
Twas a night before Christmas. Nothing moved, not even a TARDIS.
Well, that's a lie because something- rather, someone- was moving inside of TARDIS, grunting and swearing, and bumping into things with his large sack. Twas a Doctor, big eared and short-haired. He donned a red jacket with white furry trim and, over his shoulder, a red sack with things rested (nearly dragging on the floor).
One lone human slept in her room, her blonde hair like a halo (messy it might be, but it is true). Her pink lips were spread, breathing deep and slow. The Doctor opened the door and, quite gracefully and quietly (somehow) fell to the floor. He cursed his clumsiness (not that he'll admit) and raised himself to his knees. The Doctor watched Rose for a moment before shuffling closer to her bed and kissing her on the forehead (it was not creepy, the Doctor hoped). He stood up and riffled through the sack then he took out a red heart (not a real one). He placed it on the pillow, close to Rose's head and, after whispering 'I love you', quickly he fled.
The moment the doors closed, Rose opened her eyes and grinned from ear to ear. She giggled and TARDIS joined her. Rose glanced at the heart and took it in her arms before shutting her eyes and falling asleep with a blissful smile upon her face.
For a long time, I've waited for December
And that one kiss hidden in my dreams...