Christmas Open Thread

[rude_not_ginger]

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• THE DOCTOR LEARNS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS •

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Christmas Eve. 2009.

The Doctor loved Christmas! Back when he was a wee Time Lord, the first place he ever landed was London on Christmas Eve. He promised himself he'd never miss another Christmas ever, but that promise went into the same pile as "Lose weight" and "Regenerate a better hairline" and "Stop leaving companions in other universes". But the Doctor had never quite gotten the hang of New Years'. (He once spent several hours commiserating on the similarity between the confusing nature of New Years and Thursdays with one Arthur Dent, who will sadly not be appearing in this piece of narrative. -editor)

But! Through all his travels in space and time, he still hadn't quite figured out what Christmas was for exactly. Except as a yearly excuse for turkey, too much wine, and plum pudding (all of which the Doctor approved of). This year, though, as he strode the streets on this wonderful Christmas Eve, the Doctor decided he would figure out exactly what Christmas was all about.

This may or may not have included use of a intergalactic manipulative detector and a full pack of radio stellar isotopian crystals. Oh, and a cup of hot chocolate. In a festively-coloured cup.

There was a lovely light snow, and the Doctor grinned madly at the stars. Christmas. This year, he was going to figure out what it was all about.


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OOC: Open thread, feel free to tag in as if your character is a passerby or as if your character is a long-standing companion! I'll be working on this thread up until the New Year, most likely! Everyone from any verse (or no verse!) is welcome, just let me know if you'd prefer it from a community or specific universe! And, for this thread, threadhopping is totally welcome!

Happy Holidays, everyone! &hearts

Comments

[jellyhohoho.livejournal.com]

"That you have," Christmas agrees, thought what, precisely, he is agreeing to is anyone's guess.

Besides, he's already taken a step back and swung out an arm to wave majestically at his own vehicle. It's certainly wood, hand-fashioned with art, with love, with care; something of a sleigh, a sled, a carriage, perhaps. In the harnesses, antlered wolves (or, no, thick furred reindeer with paws, or) shift restlessly. The bells, silver, gold, brass, jangle and tinkle musically.

"I thought you might like to be someone else's companion for once. I have," and here there's a self-deprecating chuckle, "one or two deliveries to make."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was the best Christmas dream ever.

"Oh, yes, please!"

The only way this could've been better was if he dreamed up Jenny or Susan to come along with him.

[jellyhohoho.livejournal.com]

With a hearty laugh, Christmas waves the Doctor onto the seat, taking his own place at the reins. A first crack of them gets his draft animals into a line.

"You should probably hold on for this bit," Christmas confides with a wink. "They're quite steady once they're up, but they do need a bit of a run at it. Yip yip!"

That last to the animals, not the Doctor, over another crack of the reins that makes them all take first strain on their harnesses. There's a sudden pressure, something of a crackle, and a rush, of things properly aligned, of an engine cycled up to starting speed, just waiting for the clutch.

"Ho ho ho and away we go!"

[morethananecho.livejournal.com]

The funny thing about Christmas (or any of the other gift-giving, there-isn't-much-light-in-the-world-so-let's-have-a-festival-of-lights holiday) was that when you wished for things, sometimes, just sometimes, your wish was granted.

The other funny thing about Christmas (etc. etc.) was that usually your wishes arrived in one of Santa's (or another appointed gift giver's) bag (or gift-giving carrier of choice).

So when the Doctor wished for Jenny to be there to come along, well. There she was! In a great, big red velvet bag trimmed with white fur (or artificial fur). Unfortunately, Jenny didn't much like being contained in a bag, no matter how big (bigger on the inside!) it was. She struggled for a moment, then popped her head out.

"Dad?" And another man. Dressed in red. And green. And white. Huh. "Who's this?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Jenny!"

The Doctor beamed, then turned and gave his daughter a huge hug. What a fantastic dream! He needed to start randomly wishing for things to happen more often!

"Jenny, this is Father Christmas. An old Earth legend, come to life by the power of my subconscious. Brings presents to all the good little boys and girls of the planet. Well, depending on your mythology, of course. Sometimes brings whips to bad children, or cobbles together chopped-up children. Generally just protects Christmas."

And, to the legend himself, the Doctor introduced. "This is Jenny! My daughter. She's been very good this year." Pause. "Haven't you, Jenny?"