T'was the night before Christmas and thru the TARDIS sublime,
Not a creature was stirring, not even K-9.
The tools were secured in the tool kit with care,
The chameleon circuit still defying repair.
The companions were all huddled under their beds,
In hopes the remote commands receivers wouldn't bash in their heads.
I in my scarf and Romana in her cap
Were just settling in for a hundred year nap.
When outside the TARDIS there rose such a clatter
I ran to the scanner to see what was the matter.
I knew I had set the Hostile Action Displacement System (H.A.D.S.)
Fearing attack from Davros and the Daleks, by gads.
When looking thru the viewing screen, my eyes nearly popped out;
There was such a sight, amazed I was, without a doubt.
Out on the lawn sat a sleigh, seven Doctors filling it to the brim;
With many major villains harnessed in front of them.
On this night of good cheer, a miracle occurred;
These Time-Lords triumphed, all evil deferred.
With a turn of the sonic screwdriver and grins on their faces
The Doctors put these forces thru all of their paces.
Each set of eyes glinted with mischief so strange and askew,
"We just want to celebrate this Christmas with U!
We've brought you gifts before we fly off to visit
All the children of cyberspace to leave surprises of gidgets and widgets.