"When you're a kid, they tell you it's all... grow up. Get a job. Get married. Get a house. Have a kid, and that's it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It's so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better..."
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Christmas time. Said to be the most wonderful time of the year. You didn't really celebrate it anymore. You lose that spirit a long, long time ago. It used to be your favorite, then you found out the truth. Santa wasn't real.
The news broke your heart, and you just stopped caring.
However when the Doctor found out he was disappointed. Why would your parents lie to you like that? Of course Santa is real. He understood the Doctor like no one else. He knew what it was like to live for so long and lose so many people.
So, to retrieve your Christmas spirit he took you meet the jolly, old man.
"That's Santa! Truly Santa Claus! Do you think I'm on the good list!" You cheered, seeing the man himself talking to some of the elves. You voice caught his attention, causing him to make his way over to you.
"(Y/n) (L/n), I was wondering when the Doctor was going to bring you. You've gone through far too many Christmases unhappy. Let's change that shall we. How would you like to help Mrs. Claus feed the Reindeer?" He offered.
"Are you seriously? Of course!" You answered.
That was the best Christmas ever, and it was all because of the Doctor.
