‘Twas the night before Christmas (OK! I know it’s Christmas Day! The TARDIS got it wrong , ok!) 🙂
When all through the house Not a Zygon was stirring, not even as a Osgood. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that The Doctor would soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds with visions of a Time Lord in their heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a TARDIS and 13 Time Lords!!
I knew in a moment it must be The Doctor.
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Cosmic Hobo, now! Dandy, now! Clown, and Grandad,
“On! Teeth & Curls, Allons Y!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all! Dash it all. I’m not the man I used to be, Thank goodness!
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
Not a Dream Crab to be found.
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a weezing sound that sounded like you were strangling a piano with a key,
And away they all flew, like the sound of an aspirated moose:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he faded out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good Christmas Special!