This is just a silly, fluffy poem that wanted to come out, and I was too tired to argue :)
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through Tyler house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse,
Except Rose and the Doctor,
Who were snuggled in bed,
Touching and caressing,
Not sleeping instead.
Next year they'd be joined
By a baby Time Lord,
But tonight, just those two
Had all the time in the world.
Their TARDIS was growing,
Warm in her backyard plots,
Learning and connecting,
Happy with their shared thoughts.
All was right in Pete's World;
All was good in this life:
The Doctor, with his TARDIS,
And with Rose as his wife.