The TARDIS had finally materialised, only inches from where Mycroft's seat was placed - the Doctor's parking was getting a bit sloppy, and it wasn't long until the Doctor himself had slowly dragged himself out. Dressed in his usual attire: bow-tie and tweed, though with the difference of a Santa Claus hat rather than a fez, he fiddled with his bow-tie and yawned. For the Doctor, a week had passed. He hadn't slept until the night before Christmas as he was delivering Christmas presents to the sleeping children and adults, though to Mycroft, it was the night after Christmas.
The Doctor stumbled on a coffee-table which had probably been moved for space issues, then somehow managed to land on his backside with a clatter. Admittedly, it had woken the Doctor up a bit more, though he still was quite tired. Gently taking out a small note, he placed it on the coffee table and took one of the biscuits which lay peacefully in the semi-opened tin. The note read-
Dear Mycroft, Mycroft, and Benjamin Dear the Holmes,
Merry Christmas! I hope your day was spent filled with love and happiness, and all of that nice stuff. I searched through the whole of time and space to find you some lovely presents though nothing seemed to represent how much I care for you.
To Myc, I have arranged for you to meet Charles Dickens whenever you would like. He is keen on meeting you. To Mycroft, you may accompany Myc if you'd like, although I've got a special encounter for you which you've very much wanted. I'd like to take you to see some polar bears, in the wild. And last, but definitely not least, Benjamin - I know you won't be able to read this, but I've added a room in the TARDIS for you - for when you're older. You're much too young to come with me right now, but when you're older, you can stay in that room whenever you'd like.
Love, The Doctor.
After finishing the biscuit he had taken, he fell back onto the chair next to the TARDIS and had a short break, resting his feet.
