A/N So now come the Daleks all the way from Skaro, to bring gifts to the Doctor rhyming quite Suessically though seeing which Genre I'm writing would it be Whossically? I'm questionging everything now so onto the chapter.
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It continues with Daleks, they're shells cold and gold. They traveled to TARDIS with gifts fit for a Lord. Cann held a moment that never would end, Sec brought the cards that hid Aces within. Jast brought with him peace, and promises sweet, While Thay held in his plunger a soft winters day, they called to the Doctor and asked him to take, the presents they made, to give him this day.
The TARDIS door creaked and the Time Lord appeared, fear in his eyes at the sight he did see, four Daleks await him, with items held out. Cann speaks first on this coldest of days, "These gifts we have made, for the Doctor to take, we wish you no harm on this cold winters day." he said calmly and sweetly extending his gift. The Doctor stepped forward, he hold out his hand and the moment did come, laying so gently inside of his hand.
Next came Sec his deck held to the Lord, who took it with a look that was just as gold, he flicked through the cards a grin on his face as he peered at the Dalek with awe on his face, "what wonder is this." he said with a smile, "when Daleks give gifts, the Universe smiles." away he tucks the cards, deep into his coat as Jast came towards him with peace to be told.
"this day will be peaceful, no battles to fight, the Daleks and Time Lord this day will not fight. This is what, I give to you, a day filled with peace and happiness too." With this Jast retreats and Thay brings his day.
The Doctor looks on a smile on his face. Thay comes in closer, his day held high, he holds to the Doctor his greatest prize, "a day just for you," Thay does declare, holding it closer to the Doctor to share, "I chose it myself, it's soft and it's sweet." it swirls in his plunger with not even a squeak , Thay places the day at the Lords feet, and the Daleks retreat, leaving the Lord with his treats.
"how peculiar" he states gathering his gifts, "a Dalek gives gifts? What leads to this?" he ponders alone as to the TARDIS he turns, "no matter I think for Christmas is near!" he declares with a smile turning on heel, he enters the TARDIS, leaves in good cheer, the Doctor, his moment, his deck full of Aces, the day just for him, and peace promised him.
On the third day of Christmas before Trenzalore, Four Daleks gifting, three Angels Weeping, two silents hiding and the Master alive for the day
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