Authors Note: Hmmm, most people will probably think I'm crazy but I was talking to my mum about this and I suddenly had the need to write a story about it. It makes sense to me, not sure about anyone else.
Anyway please review!
Father Christmas. An old man with grey hair, wears a all over red suit, he shakes his belly like a bowl full of jelly and he delivers presents to children all over the world in one night, with only a sleigh powerd by reindeer. We've all heard the story, no doubt about that. But what if the stories were true.
What if Father Christmas was old but didn't look even thrity years old? He had dark hair and green eyes. He was as skinny as ever and actually delivered presents to children in a blue police box that was infact a time machine?
What if his name wasn't Father Christmas at all? What if his name was the Doctor?
The Doctor had never understood why he hadn't been caught already. After all how else is someone going to get presents to all the children of the world in one night if they didn't have a time machine? He chuckled to himself as he picked up the last couple of presents. His last stop until next year.
The TARDIS materialized quietly. Thanks to his dear wife River for telling him that he always left the breaks on. He stepped out the TARDIS carrying the presents that belonged to Anwen Williams. Daughter of Gwen Cooper and Rhys Williams.
"Hello?" a little girls voice came from behind him.
The Doctor turned around to see little Anwen standing infront of him flashing a torch right in his face.
"Hello. Could you put that down please?" he asked trying not to be blinded by the light.
Anwen did as she was told. "Are you Father Christmas? You don't look like you do on the Christmas cards."
"No I never would anyway, face always changed." The Doctor said smiling.
"Are those presents for me?" Anwen asked pointing at the presents The Doctor was holding in his hands.
"Well of course who else would they be for?"
"I don't know, I just thought I wouldn't be getting any.." Anwen said. "I've been a little bit naughty this year."
The Doctor placed the presents down by the tree and crouched down to Anwen's level placing a hand of her shoulder.
"Listen to me Anwen, everybody makes mistakes trust me there is no one in this word who has ever been good all year round for as long as they have lived. You're always forgiven."
Anwen smiled and pulled the Doctor into a hug. "Thank you Father Christmas."
The Doctor almost didn't respond, after years of doing this he was never fully used to being called that.
"You're welcome Anwen. Now I must be off." he said jumping to up onto his feet. "Merry Christmas."
"You too, Santa."
The Doctor smiled and walked back into the TARDIS and took off, everything was done until next year. Next thing on his to do list? Rest.