It was December 24th and the Doctor came out of the TARDIS dressing room wearing a Santa hat, smiling like a big goofball.
"What's with the hat?" asked Clara with a hint of laughter. She still couldn't quite figure out the Doctor. He was a wise old man when he needed to be, but yet a little kid at heart.
"It's a Santa hat. I shan't take it off, it's Christmas time", the Doctor defended his silly hat before she could say anything bad about it. He'd gotten enough of that from River.
Clara, giggling, asked the Doctor, "So you're big on Christmas then?"
"Oh yes!" the Doctor paused, "But also no," he started "And sometimes maybe. Well, all I can say is that I have high hopes. But this year," he walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulders, "This year, I'm finally going to do what I've wanted to do for years. About a thousand years, to put it in perspective."
"And what's that then, Doctor?" Clara asked, puzzled.
"This year," he said, "Oh, it'll be fantastic. I'm going to play…or rather be Santa."
His face lit up, and he waited for Clara's to do the same. She smiled, but not out of excitement, but rather only because she knew the Doctor was happy. And she'd come to realize that whatever makes the Doctor happy makes her happy too.
"So how are you going to do it then? How are you going to be Santa for one night?" she asked.
"Well, we have a TARDIS. That gives us time. As for the gifts…" his voice trailed off
"As for the gifts, follow me!" he ran off.
Clara followed along, and even picked up the pace a bit so she could catch up to the Doctor. The walk was quite far just to get from the console of the TARDIS to their final destination. After going straight past various rooms, the doctor turned left and opened the door to a massive room, which had been decked out in gold, with a grand wreath in the middle of the main wall. To no surprise, the room was filled with what had to be a few billion presents. The room seemed to expand backwards infinitely. The Doctor had built an elaborate structure, it seemed, out of the presents, allowing pathway through the massive wall of presents. He walked into the first visible passage and spun around.
"So," the Doctor said, "What do you think?"
Clara was in awe.
"This is fantastic, Doctor!" Clara exclaimed and then paused.
"How long have you been working on all this?" she gestured towards the enormous wall of presents he had fabricated.
"Er…," the Doctor began, "For you, about 1964, give or take. For me, it's been about a thousand years. Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey, you know."
"How many are there?" Clara asked, still amazed.
"Enough," the Doctor smiled.