A/N what if there could be an auton that looks like any regeneration of the Doctor?
Day ten arises, and calm is in the air, broken only by a breeze here and there.
Then it comes through gentle as a whisper, the autons arrive, guided by something always out of sight, they bring with great gifts, for each one is shaped as a him that is missed, an old one with hair white as snow, walking with purpose hands clutching his coat.
Second moves quickly just beside the first, playing a tune on his trusty recorder.
Third is dressed posh, with hair that curls crazy, he wears his ruffles with pride and dignity.
Four is the sight, a scarf stretched out for miles behind, he holds in his hand a sweet bag of candy.
Five is the youngest that was seen just yet, dressed for a game Cricket, with Celery handy in case he gets peckish.
Six is quite colorful, with hair curly and gold, his coat like a rainbow, to long on the tilt a whirl.
Seven is robust, and posh in his own right, he walks with umbrella's that questions everything.
Now we see eight he's charming and tall, even if he has a case of amnesia.
Nine comes along next brooding and dark, to soon from a war, he did not wish to take Part. Looking for something to heal his hearts.
Ten stands tall, sharp as the rest, with his suit, coat and sand shoes, what could you detest?
Though plastic they are they come to the door to greet the new them, just inside the door.
On the tenth day of Christmas before Trenzalore, ten Auton Time Lords, nine Shadows dancing, eight Slitheen reforming, seven Cybermen a stomping, six Gelth performing, five Small Sontarans! four gifting Daleks, three Angels Weeping, two Silents hiding, and the Master alive for the day!
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