Part Four: And They All Lived...
Our time traveler rushed out to the spot
Where his beloved box was not.
All that was left was a patch filling with snow.
And our traveler wishing he said no.
"Max, I think your owner has left us.
And to think I gave him my trust.
Well there is only one way to find him,
Sadly we'll have to go down this mountain.
He picked up Max and wrapped his coat around,
So that he wouldn't be a cold hound.
He looked over the edge and let out a sigh.
"This might take longer than I like."
He went back into the house and towards Ted's room.
He was looking for two items to get him down to the Whos.
With a bit of shuffling and mucking about
He found wanted needed and headed out.
Now armed with snow shoes and a sled
He went back out into the cold and to the edge.
He strapped on the shoes and sat down.
He angled the small sled to the town.
With a quick little push they were off,
Our hero hoping the wouldn't be lifted aloft.
Max stuck his head out of the coat, snow blowing.
Hoping to see where they were going.
"I'd go back inside,"
Our hero advised.
Max heeded his words and snuggled back in.
Our hero button his coat to break the wind.
The two sped past trees and hills
Such high speeds gave our traveler chills.
With his feet he maneuvered his ride.
Carefully they navigated every tide.
Snow built up quickly,
Making movements less swiftly.
Twinkling lights appeared,
Making our hero grin ear to ear.
"We're almost there," he said with a shout,
Making Max stick his nose out.
With a scratching grate
And a screeching brake.
Both dog and traveler found themselves in town.
"Now we need to hunt your master down."
The time traveler scooped Max out,
And set him down to scout.
The dog shuffled about, sniffing the park,
Until he paused and began to bark.
"Good boy! You've found Ted.
Now let's make amends.
I need my box and you need your owner.
We need to hurry before this night is over.
Our hero picked up the dog and started to sprint.
Hoping he wouldn't be mistaken for Saint Nick.
After running six blocks,
Our traveler found his blue box.
"There's the old girl! Oh Max this grand.
Now only we need your owner in hand."
Our time traveler heard noise and looked to his right.
His eyes fell upon a familiar sight.
Ted had a bag full of presents,
Similar to that of a rather plump pheasant.
Our hero tapped on the window.
"Hey Ted. I think it's time for you to go."
The man looked over in shock,
Terrified that he had been caught.
He ran out the door and straight for the box,
But unlucky for him he was easily stopped.
"Ted what is the matter. Where is you're spirit?
Don't tell me you've lost it. I don't want to hear it."
With a sigh Ted dropped the bag.
"If I tell you the story will you promise not to nag?"
Our hero thought it over and let the man go.
"Alright, but you're explanation had better be good though."
"I wanted to stop Christmas. All the noise and the fuss.
Your box was sitting outside, just sitting on dust.
She groaned and moaned, but I got her to start.
I went to each house and took Christmas apart.
Not a stocking or a tree was left in a room.
Even the cookies left out went too.
I continued my journey until showed up.
Though I wished you hadn't brought my pup."
Ted paused and picked up old Max.
"It's okay boy; I'm here so relax."
Our hero looked at Ted with eyes full of sadness.
"Why would you start all of this holiday madness."
Ted looked down at Max and then at our traveler of time.
"They never see. I wanted them too, just one night.
For Christmas is a time for family and joy.
Not about all this noise and the new toys.
Now as for a punishment; I except one at least.
For ruining there Christmas as well as their feast."
Our hero looked at Ted's forlorn face,
And decided he'd rather put a different kind of punishment in place.
"If you help me step back each Who house right.
I promise I won't let them forget the true meaning of tonight."
So the traveler and Ted fixed each of the places.
Cheerful smiled plastered to their faces.
For Christmas isn't about what you receive.
It is about family, love and what else you believe.
-o-O-o-
"...and they all lived happily ever after."
Theodor laughed. "And all of this was true?"
The Doctor adjusted his fez and leaned back in his chair. "Of course it is. Now what is that you're drawing?" The Doctor leaned over Theodor's shoulder to get a better look.
"It's the Grinch, see? But I wonder what his side of the story is. You only have a part of it. Maybe he was grumpy because his shoes were too tight, or his head not screwed on just right, or maybe-
"There is no way you inspired Dr. Seuss. You have to be lying. When would you have ever found the time to do it?"
The Doctor grinned. "Clara, don't doubt me. It's a time machine."
Clara crossed her arms. "Or maybe you've been acting more Grinch like since you've regenerated. Maybe it's made your head all wibbly wobbly."
"Fine, keep acting like a stubborn lass. I just won't tell you the oobleck story."
"Wait, you're a part of that too?!"
A/N: Thank you to all who read and I wish you happy holidays!