The Doctor always loved Christmas. Even though he spent most of them saving the Earth from some disaster or another, it was his favorite holiday. The food and the presents and the general cheery mood. He'd been a bit depressed without his TARDIS, but even that couldn't ruin Christmas.
He saw the pile of presents under the tree and went to look. There were never any for him. Not that he remembered, but he liked to look at the paper. So he was very surprised to see two very large packages labeled with "The Doctor." He wondered if they were both for him until he saw that one said (10) and one sad (11). That answered that, he supposed. He took in the size and shape of the package.
"No...." He whispered. He dare not get his hopes up. Eagerly he started to tear at the paper. The first rip brought a huge smile to his face.
"Hello, sexy." He kissed the door once the paper was finally off. He pulled his key from his pocket and unlocked the door, leaving it open behind him. "Oh how I've missed you." He sighed happily and walked over, gently caressing the console. It was as close to home as he could get until Gallifrey was once again found.