I can't believe how long it's been! This is just a pointless little chapter to let you all know that I haven't abandoned this – it's just hard to write, especially with the other fics I'm working on. It might also be a bit offensive to those of you who are very religious.

"Rose," whispered Pete, "wake up." Rose slowly stirred from her sleep. Although she didn't technically need to sleep, she still enjoyed it. Besides, she had eternity to do everything else.

"What?" she said.

"Oh, that's a nice way to greet your father on this special day," said Pete. Rose raised an eyebrow.

"Special?" she questioned. Pete rolled his eyes.

"It's Christmas!" he exclaimed. "Haven't you seen the notices, heard the announcements, received the memos?"

"I've been distracted," admitted Rose. Over the past few weeks, Rose had found herself reading, playing sports, meeting celebrities, and of course, watching the Doctor. She was actually getting a bit concerned – Martha Jones was getting awfully close to him, at least wanting to…

"You're going to love Christmas in Heaven, Rose!" said Pete enthusiastically. "For one thing, you can eat as much turkey as you want and not get fat."

"Isn't that gluttony?" enquired Rose.

"Plus there's music and celebrations … and you'll get to see the birthday boy!" continued Pete, grinning. Rose's jaw dropped.

"I'm going to see Jesus?" she asked.

"That's right," confirmed Pete. "So come on!"

Later, Rose was with all her friends at a giant Christmas party. There had been singing all day, and she still wasn't sick of it. When she was alive, she'd never been one to go to church on Christmas (or any time for that matter), but she supposed there was something about the atmosphere in Heaven that made the difference. That and the fact that Jesus himself was sitting on stage, happily drinking from a golden goblet.

"Thank you everyone!" he said, standing up. "I'm so thrilled that you could all be here to celebrate my 2007th birthday. The fact that there are so many of you here tonight truly represents the number of people who have listened to God over the years and have lived according to His will. And then there are the people who just got lucky." There was laughter from the crowd.

"And now," continued Jesus, "for the final event, a Christmas tradition since his passing in 1989, please welcome Graham Chapman!" Rose cocked her head to one side. She didn't see what Graham Chapman, former member of Monty Python had to do with Christmas. But as he walked onto the stage, she suddenly remembered a scene from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. And that's exactly what she got. Graham grinned, held up his microphone and began singing.

"It's Christmas in Heaven,
All the children sing,
It's Christmas in Heaven,
Hark hark those church bells ring
It's Christmas in Heaven,
The snow falls from the sky
But it's nice and warm and everyone
Looks smart and wears a tie

"Jesus likes Monty Python?" Rose whispered to Alathea.

"He has a sense of humour," replied Alathea.

It's Christmas in Heaven,
There's great films on TV –
"The Sound of Music" twice an hour
And "Jaws" I, II, and III.
There's gifts for all the family,
There's toiletries and trains
There's Sony Walkman Headphone sets
And the latest video games.

James added, "Last year he held a South Park marathon showing every episode he appeared in!" Rose giggled.

It's Christmas it's Christmas in Heaven!
Hip hip hip hip hip hooray!
Every single day
Is Christmas day.

It's Christmas it's Christmas in Heaven!
Hip hip hip hip hip hooray!
Every single day,
Is Christmas day!"

Afterwards, Rose was headed off to her room. But Pete stopped her just in time.

"You know we don't really give Christmas presents here, because you can wish for whatever you want?" he said.

"Yeah, fair enough," said Rose.

"Well…" said Pete, "I've tracked down something I think you'll be very interested in. I consider it my Christmas present to you."

"What is it?" asked Rose excitedly.

"Come with me," said Pete.

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Until next time…