"I like them," the Doctor said with a pout. "And they go with my outfit better than those overly shiny ones go with yours. And in this weather yours'll just end up scuffed up. Now are you going to help me or not?"

He nodded to the device in his hands, which was beeping out a line of psychic wavelengths. The Doctor refused to believe Christmas was only about atmospheric excitation and a few well placed Reindeer.