'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the city, And there were many a person wallowing in pity. The stockings were hung by the chimney threadbare, In remembrance of a holiday though none really cared; The children were hiding and their parents had fled, None dreamed of toys or candies or sleds; A small girl looked at the monsters and sly as a fox, Laid plans to call a friend who flew a blue box, She signaled him true and straight and proper, The box appeared and out from it stepped the Doctor. He looked about and took it all in a flash, Kal, Cybermen, Davros, The Family and Jagrafess. A mad grin, sonic screwdriver and a Tardis The only tools needed by this escape artist, The girl laughs and dances all about, As he explains himself with a shout, “You had better run before I get bored, and throw away all of the mercy I’ve stored.” “Give back the food, decorations and toys, Pack up the weapons and leave now, my boys.” "This is the only chance you have and soon will pass; It’s just being offered because it’s just now Christmas.” He twitched his nose and straightened his tie, Put away his bright fez and heaved a sigh. “Saint Nick is freed from your nefarious trap And he generously has given me this cap; Father Christmas also reversed the inhibitor field It took us a while but we refused to yield.” Gliding out of the night sky was a little sled, It’s driver a bearded elf red cap on his head. Most villains ran and some disappeared, Just two remained as Santa Claus neared. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His mere presence made the monsters less scary His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; “Doctor!” he welcomed and hopped from his sleigh, People came out and joined in the fray. The Cybermen rationed and realised their flop, engaged their teleporters and went in a pop; That just left Davros and a few Daleks, How they twitched like a quintet of wrecks. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, The Doctor snapped his sonic screwdriver in a jerk, They vanished and toys were left in their place, he jumped in his box and readied for space. He sprang to his Tardis, which gave such a whistle, And faded far quicker than the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he zipped out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."