Hello, my lovely readers!
As promised, I return with a 12 Days of Christmas prompt-idea. I will be typing and posting (if all goes well) a little Doctor Who story every day for the next 12 days, starting today.
Yes, today happens to be the first day of Christmas. Yes, I looked it up. No, I don't know why yesterday isn't included.
ANYhoo…
On a completely unrelated note, don't watch Jessica Jones. I'm sorry if I made anyone else excited to see it, only to shut it down now. My parents started watching it, and only 5-10 minutes into the first episode they had to turn it off. The amount of language, inappropriate (not to mention unnecessary) content, and violence made it a show not worth viewing. I was disappointed, but felt better after looking up the ending, because I didn't want to be left hanging.
For those who might be interested in knowing Kilgrave's fate…SPOILERS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW: Jessica snaps his neck.
Yeah.
Ouch.
Moving on…
OH! And I got a little Funko Pop Tenth Doctor keychain. I proceeded to carry him around the house, setting him up on stuff and narrating his adventures. You know Sheldon the tiny Dinosaur? It's sort of like that, except it's The Adventures of Tiny Ten.
I know.
I need a life.
God bless and have a Merry Christmas!
ThePro-LifeCatholic
Writing Prompt: 1st Day of Christmas
Character(s): 10th Doctor, briefest hint of another Doctor
Shippings: None
Genre: General/Joyful/Christmas-y
Rating: K
On the First Day of Christmas
The Doctor let me see:
A small Babe asleep in the hay.
The Doctor pulled his coat more tightly around himself as he trudged up the gently rising slope. Wind followed him from all sides, whispering in his ear, tousling his hair; snapping at his coat-tails and sliding cold, invisible hands across his neck and fingers. Shoving his hands in his pockets, the Doctor marched on resolutely, only coming to a halt when he had reached the top of the small hill. Here he paused, looking at his surroundings as thick clouds of steam wafted from his mouth. They spiraled into the air and dissolved, eaten up by the crisp black night.
A hilly countryside stretched out on all sides; behind him and growing ever more distant were the twinkling lights of a town that was currently filled to bursting with people. So many travelers had arrived, leaving little room in the brick houses for late-night visitors. Even though the Doctor was certain he could've found a cramped corner somewhere in the town, it wasn't his planned destination. Out here in the open, away from civilization; this was where he was headed. In fact, from where he stood on the hill, he could see his goal.
It was a cave that he came to in the end. A small, crowded place, bustling with strangers in rough robes. Whole families were crammed together; children sitting on the laps of their parents and older siblings. Some people were trying to get some rest, others were delving into a meager meal. Humans weren't the only occupants, though. Donkeys, cows, and even a few sheep made up the population of the cave. Hardly anyone noticed the skinny newcomer in foreign clothing who ambled up to the entrance and peered in, wrinkling up his nose as he was hit by an onslaught of smells.
"Small, cave-like stable," he muttered, peering into the dimly-lit crevice. "Bethlehem directly behind me…yep. This is the place." The Doctor ducked in, scanning the room with quick, brown eyes. His gaze finally came to rest on a trio situated closer to the stable's entrance, right next to the feeding trough.
A young woman was seated by the manger, one hand gently stroking an object that was nestled in the hay. Looking over her shoulder was an older man with dark hair and sparking eyes. They were smiling tenderly at the trough, and the Doctor had to squeeze past several people in order to get a glimpse of what lay within the manger.
Sleeping soundly in a cradle of crackling, golden hay was a bundle of white cloths, with a small head and tiny hands peeking out. The Child seemed oblivious to the racket around him, as He hardly shifted position. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and His eyelids fluttered as He dreamed.
The Doctor was not a gullible man. If someone told him that they were, say, the king of the universe, or the ruler of the world, or the creator of life, it would take an awful lot of questioning, truth-seeking, and skepticism before he finally bought the titles. But at the same time, the Doctor wasn't one to disregard truth when he came across it. And here, stuffed inside a smelly stable, lying in a bed of straw, was a Child who claimed all of those titles and more. And who was the Doctor to argue against what he knew to be the absolute truth?
He bent down, for a brief moment, one knee grazing the rocky floor. For a second, the Doctor was completely still, eyes fixed on the Baby in the manger. Then a sound reached his ears; the faint whooshing groan of the TARDIS' engines.
"That's what you get for coming here every year," the Doctor mused, getting up and pushing his way to the entrance of the cave. As he came out into the clear night, he stretched his arms and inhaled deeply. Then he started back the way he came, angling away from the cave. Wouldn't want to run into a past or future version of himself now, would he?
Behind the Doctor, the bright glow of a magnificent star bathed the hills with celestial light; and somewhere in that silent winter's night, carried by the bleak whisper of a chill wind, a song from Heaven floated to the rest of the world.
Merry Christmas, everyone, and have a truly blessed New Year. I'll be seeing you around for tomorrow's prompt!