The Doctor had taken you home for the holidays. Now, the night before Christmas, you were frantically wrapping all of your gifts. You weren't the best wrapper, by far, and when the Doctor meandered in, seeing you dozing off on the job, he couldn't resist helping you.

Being a genetically superior race, Time Lords happened to be faster workers than humans. So when you handed him a gift and some wrapping paper, he was off to the races. And while he did that maybe you could just close your eyes for juuuusssttt a minute---

You were out like a light, slouched against the couch with your mouth wide open. The Doctor put a bow on the last gift, finishing the wrapping of all 13 gifts you'd given him. He saw you fast asleep, and his expression softened instantly, as it always did with you.

He crawled over, placing a kiss to your forehead, and carefully scooping you up so you wouldn't have a kink in your neck on Christmas morning. He was tempted to smack a bow on your head, just to be a dork, but decided he'd probably get the chance tomorrow during rip and tear time.

For now, he'd focus on getting you to get and letting you get your much needed rest.