We all know what these next couple of weeks means for Doctor Who and David Tennant fans. I have been writing a lot of gloomy and depressing Thoughts so I thought I'd celebrate Christmas with some fluff. Consider it a gift from me to you in celebration of Christmas and the beginning of the end of David's final two shows as the Doctor *sniff*

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Doctor Who, but I like to borrow them every now and then to fill in the gaps :)

Thoughts: Christmas Edition

Candles

The Doctor was busy tinkering with the Tardis one day when he suddenly smelled something burning. His eyes widened and he let go of the sonic screwdriver, causing it to land with a hurtful thump on his nose.

"Ow!" he yelped.

Rubbing at the pain, he slid out from under the console and got to his feet in a flash. He ran toward the smell, his hands digging into his never ending pockets for a fire extinguisher. His trainers were landing hard on the Tardis floor. With each step, he kept thinking of Rose and how he had not yet seen or heard her. He refused to think of the worst.

The Doctor rushed into the library, having since deduced that the smell was coming from in there. Finally finding the extinguisher, he aimed it in front of him, ready to save…

"Doctor! What are you doing!?" she yelled. His hearts began to slow in confusion. Lowering the extinguisher, he finally focused on Rose.

"I…I smelled…smoke…"

He turned to look around them and he saw strings of tinsel hanging everywhere, red and white ribbons strewn this way and that, and a small mountain of gifts wrapped in blue and brown wrapping. There were three stockings hung on the mantle above the crackling fireplace, each with a name: one for Rose, one for himself and even one for the Tardis.

Off to the corner, there was a massively gorgeous tree, decorated in gold and reds. The Doctor walked towards it, entranced by its sheer beauty. Placing the fire extinguisher on the nearby table, he stood in front of the tree, drinking it in. He could feel that his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it.

Everything he had seen, worlds and events and people, and this…this was what was amazing him. What this wonderfully simple and fantastic human girl had done was making him react this way.

He spotted a small ornament in a branch closest to him, a replication of the Tardis. His hearts warmed at the detail. He touched it lightly with his fingertips.

Turning to Rose, he saw a bright smile on her face.

He grinned brightly at her in response.

"But…I smelled smoke…"

Rose frowned and then suddenly chuckled, "Oh! That's just the candles, see?"

She walked over to the mantle to show him the white candles she had lit, their soft smoke wafting in the air around them. Their light was flickering on her skin, causing images to dance into his imagination.

The Doctor laughed suddenly at the impossibility and reached for her, embracing her tightly against him. She returned the pressure, her hands firmly against his back.

"Merry Christmas, Doctor," she whispered near his ear. It made him shudder, feeling the chills run along his skin.

"Merry Christmas, Rose," he responded, his smile ringing in every word.

Thanks for reading! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!