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Drabblematic fic: I'm Dreaming of a Lickable Christmas
Okay I just had to try it out after reading everyones else's drabbles. So I went ahead and did on and you know what it was fun and the drabble it created was hilarious. So sit back enjoy and have a good laugh.
I'm Dreaming Of A Lickable Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. The Doctor sat scarcely in a cave, sipping short eggnog.
He looked at the salty fruit hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Donna had hung it there, just before they looked at each other yesterday and then fell into each other's arms and flirted each other's hair.
If only I hadn't been so ancient, The Doctor thought, pouring a whispered amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Donna might not have got so velvety and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a smooth tear and held his foot in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a long voice lifted lovingly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a lickable Christmas
Just Two peas in a pod
The Doctor ran to the door. It was Donna, looking delectable all over with snow.
"I missed you naturally," Donna said. "And I wanted to flirt your hair again."
The Doctor hugged Donna and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Donna said.
"I think so too," The Doctor said and they flirted each other's hair until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted sheep neck and lived thoroughly until The Doctor got drunk again.
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