On the third Day of Advent

AN: So here's FINALLY an Eleven fic! I thought it might me fun to include the ramblings I bashed out while trying to think of what to write. Don't know if anyone else will find it amusing, but I do...

Disclaimer: Apart from the atrocious spellings in the italicised paragraph below, everything else belongs to TGM.

OK, this isn't really a chapter yet, is it. I want to see 11. And Rory. Mmm rory. Maybe at some point inbetween VoV and AC. They go to a Christmassy planet. Just earth? At Christmas? OK. What era? Victorians, duh. Although that's too close to TND and ACC. No. So. Just Christmas in the TARDIS then. Some undefined point in their travels. Just 11 Amy though. Cos I don't want Amy to be married yet. And rory would get angsty. Oooh yay UST. And maybe the Doctor just decides to Do Christmas sporadically at some point when he thinks it's been a long enough time since he last had one. Yeah OK. Go!

"Oh, jingle bells, batman smells, robin flew away-"
"Doctor," said Amy, striding into the TARDIS and looking around at the onslaught of tinsel and flashing Santa lights. "Why is it Christmas?"
The Doctor looked up from where he had been happily tinkering at the Navigation Panel, wearing an absurd pair of antlers and humming merrily to himself.
"Because I say it is!"
"No, come on. Really."
"Yes, really!"
"Are you kidding? You decide it's Christmas and wham, let's crack out the turkey and trees?"
"Yep. Gets a bit boring, just the same old kind of days over and over again. And of course we don't really follow a normal time stream, and it gets a bit tricky trying to keep up with a particular set of holidays. So I have a little calendar set up, here –" The Doctor pointed to a small screen hidden behind the typewriter – "That lets me know when it's been exactly 340 days since I last celebrated Christmas. Then I start doing Advent, y'see? That was two days ago, but it took me a while to get everything together. Look, I got you a calendar too!"
Amy looked where he was pointing, and had to laugh. Attached by bits of string to the gramophone were 25 head-shaped baubles inscribed with Have a Very Harry Christmas.
"What the hell are those?"
"Honestly, don't you read?" snapped the Doctor in an impatient tone. Amy turned around, surprised.
"Hey, what's got you all grumpy face?"
To her relief and confusion, the Doctor was already chuckling to himself again.
"Oh, never mind. But I think I've worked out what to get you for Christmas. Enhance your literary education a bit more."
"Presents? We do presents too?"
"Yeah, course." The Doctor rolled his eyes. "This isn't some tacky fake Christmas you know! Ok, maybe it is, but we do it for real, OK? In, er, 23 days' time we'll wake up, run down to the tree which I have yet to find, and unwrap all the presents. Satisfied?"
"Very," giggled Amy. "I am liking this. Presents and mince pies for no reason? Works for me."
"Right then!" The Doctor flicked a switch, filling the console room with the sound of Merry Christmas Everybody. "Let's dance!"
"What?"
"Let's dance! We're having The Office Party today, right? So everyone dances badly and gets just a little bit too drunk."
"Utterly embarrassing-in-hindsight snogging included?"
"Amy…"

AN: Hehehehehe gratuitous HP references for the win.

EDIT: Review reply for the anomynous Gallifreyan Girl: 10/Romana, eh? Hmmmmmm *stokes goatee* I'll think about it. Either I explain it, or I just majke the premise that they met. or - oooooh! plot bunny alert plot bunny alert plot bunny alert! With the - and the - yeaah. That could work xD Thank you so much for being my first reviewer GG x