Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Christmas Day danced in their heads.
And I settled down, with some tea in my belly
Ready to enjoy some Christmas Eve telly.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the fast-fading snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should come near,
But a strange blue box with a moan that appeared.
Out stepped the driver, so lively and true,
I knew in a moment it was Doctor Who.
Long lustrous coat and familiar brown suit
An ensemble set off by mad hair and white boots.
“I’m the Doctor,” he said as he smiled his hello,
“What a shame it’s so slushy, I do love some snow.
“I’m after the Master, a time lord gone astray,
“He’s planning some mischief around Christmas Day.”
I had not seen the Master, knew nought of his plan,
Nor Daleks, sea devils or a steel cyberman.
“You know all about the monsters I fight?”
“I watch them all Doctor on a Saturday nights”.
“Well enjoy tomorrow, for it is my last,
“And remember my others from days in the past,
“Look on them again and enjoy what you see.”
And with that he turned, with a loud ‘Allonsy!’
A click of his fingers opened the Tardis door,
Then a moan and a groan and the box was no more
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he warped out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”