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.

The sleigh rose off the lawn, up and away into space;
I continued to gaze after them with amazed face.
The Doctors laughed and widened their grins with delight
As their sleight zoooooomed off into the night.

Each one called out and the message was sent,
"Gaddeup you sluggards; can't you take a hint?
On with you, Sontarans, on with you, The Master;
On with you, Silarians and Azal, on with you, GO FASTER!"