The Twelfth Day of Christmas dawns…and here I am with day eleven.
I hope everyone's been having an awesome and blessed Christmas season; we won't be seeing it again for a year and a day.
Isn't it cool that we're having a leap year? When I think about it, leap years seem like Doctor Who material. Where'd that extra day come from? What things could happen on just that day, once every four years? Seriously, you guys; I may end up writing something about that.
Anyhoo, onto the prompt!
God bless and have a Merry Christmas!
ThePro-LifeCatholic
Aww: Thanks for the review, and welcome to the story! Also, I'm not sure if it was intentional, but I found it amusing that your review and your username are practically the same thing. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Nor do I own Christmas.
Writing Prompt: 11th Day of Christmas
Characters: 12th Doctor, Clara Oswald, mentions of past companions
Shippings: None
Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort/Christmas-y
Rating: K
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas
The Doctor let me see:
A letter to Santa
A lake of Frozen Silver
A proper Christmas Dinner
Trees falling over
A sled ride down a mountain
Tea after Midnight
SURPRISE SNOW FIGHTS!
Carols from the Past
Mugs of Hot Chocolate
A new red bike
And a small Babe asleep in the hay
Dear Santa,
It's me, the Doctor. I know it's been a while since my last letter. I stopped writing after some of my friends left. You know how it is. Someone you love leaves, and suddenly other things stop being happy and start being painful.
To be honest, I'm not really sure what to write, or what to ask for. I've got someone else now, her name's Clara. She's nice, very nice. She cares for me and sometimes she bakes me cookies. I'm sure she'd like something for Christmas, but I'm not entirely sure what to get her. Maybe you could give me some tips.
I know that girls like chocolate, and hair ribbons, and boyfriends, but I'm afraid I'd eat all the chocolate, and she'd just loose the hair ribbons, and I'm completely lost when it comes to boyfriend material. She tried the boyfriend thing once…it didn't go very well.
But don't you dare get her a puppy. We've had this discussion countless times, and I'm not going to keep it, no matter who gives it to her. So don't even try, no matter what she says or how much she inflates her eyes at you.
Actually, with some thought, perhaps you could dig up some parts so I can make another clockwork squirrel. I already have one, but I don't want it to get lonely, see? Being the only one of your kind is rather rubbish. But I don't need reindeer antlers or Christmas lights or decorations or eggnog or fruitcake. People keep trying to give me things that I don't actually want, let alone need. And if I see one more fruitcake, I'm gonna throw it at someone.
I wouldn't mind a bag of oranges, or Satsumas. Those are good to take with you, in case you have to eat on the go, as I find myself in need of doing constantly. But I've had enough with the tweezers jokes, and despite what Clara might say, I'm not in need of bottle openers.
I think I'm starting to rant now, so I'll stop before this gets any worse. And I can smell burning somewhere, which can only mean that Clara's got a soufflé in the oven that being ignored in favor of something else.
Maybe you could get Clara a cookbook.
Sincerely,
The Doctor
And Twelve decides to write a letter to Santa (without Clara's knowing it, of course). Imagine the field day she'd have if she found out. ;)