Doctor! You and I once experienced a wondrously catastrophic Christmas! Remember, that time I was everyone on earth? Oh, those were the days. And you heard the Drums, when still I had them, and you told me you believed me, and I really must impress it upon you that this meant the world to me. For that reason, darling: let ME spend Christmas with you. I shall get crackers and wear a paper hat and eat all their disgusting rich food with you. We will indulge in pointless human rituals, like cutting down an evergreen tree and putting knick-knacks and lights on them. I will dress up as that unnervingly omniscient fat bearded man in red and we can sing songs of dubious taste while getting lit on gingered eggnog. Whatever your hearts desire.
my idiot muse to the Doctor about Christmas, lmfao
Icarus 