Use the Mistletoe or DIE

The Doctor and Clara were celebrating their latest victory. Having saved a planet similar to Earth, but in a different galaxy that lived by traditions very similar to Earth's and believed in Gods from an invasion of automatons. They were a species similar to humans but they were odder. Also, admittedly they were a rather stupid and naive species in the Doctor's opinion. Though the Doctor, had quite enjoyed the medals and crowns and Clara had received from the Mayor if he was being honest. Despite the fact that the Doctor thought he had found a new species of pudding brains.

Clara and the Doctor were strolling through the streets, walking away from the party that had been held in the Mayor's house of wherever-the-hell-they-were. The streets were filled with party goers, market stalls and children playing in the freshly fallen snow. It was the night before Christmas eve and many children were out making snowmen, and igloos and having snowball fights. The Doctor and Clara walked to the center of the town to the main plaza, the sound of fresh white snow crunching beneath their feet and the children's laughter rang through the air.

After reaching the plaza, the Doctor and Clara paused for a moment to look at the huge Christmas tree in the center, surrounded by people holding candles,the lights from the candle reflecting off the red and gold decorations. Snow continued to fall, as passerby's stopped to stare at the tree, awe and wonder on each of their faces. Clara whirled around to look at the Doctor, her cheeks and nose red from the cold, her woolen hat askew but her eyes were as big as ever. Briefly the Doctor wondered how she managed to do that with her eyes, but the Doctor dismissed it as he was too caught in her gaze .Clara was beautiful, the Doctor thought and no more so than when her eyes were bright and filled with excitement and joy.

By now the Doctor and Clara had moved closer to the tree, and were in the midst of the throng of people .Carolers, gathered around the branches and sung of how it was to be a good Christmas and of Gods in the heavens. Mistletoe hung low on the branches of the tree, and the Doctor realised this far too late as he and Clara were already standing under some. Knowing the law's of this planet was basically to follow traditions, the Doctor knew he'd have to follow the Mistletoe one. It was sort of like use the mistletoe or die. Swooping down before Clara noticed the mistletoe, the Doctor placed a sweet and chaste kiss on her lips and was about to move away when an arm raked around his neck, pulling him back down to Clara's lips. It was to be a good Christmas indeed, the Doctor concluded before returning to Clara's sweet, sweet lips tasting the cold snow off of them and keeping them warm.