T'was the night before Christmas
And the house was in
darkness.
Gwen was out hunting
With Captain Jack
Harkness.
Rhys was out shopping
With Anwen in tow.
With armfuls of wrapping
And a McDonalds to go.
When out of the Arcade
Rode Jack on a sleigh
With Gwen riding shotgun
And Rhys shouting, 'Hey.'
'Bloody Torchwood' he
muttered
As he strode up the street
Anwen knee deep in
wrapping
And chewing a sweet.
With a roar and a splutter
An engine erupted
Scattering the choir
Their carols disrupted.
Santa was furious
And waving a fist
Jack was Ho ho-ing
Or getting the jist.
Gwen, gripping tightly
Was steadying the beast
That lay beneath the
sleigh
Enjoying a feast
Out popped the device
That would render it
stable
Jack felt the sleigh stop
It's gravity disabled.
He looked quickly at Gwen
A brow raised in alarm
She shrugged quite
unruffled
Which was odd - she was
calm.
Down the sleigh plummeted
Then Gwen gave a scream
Jack gripped on tightly
Prayed this was a dream
Out from the sleigh
The beast did awaken
It stretched and roared
And suddenly was taken
That close to its nose
Its dinner was standing
Meat on two legs
Though its voice was
commanding
To another behind it
To switch 'it' back on
At best Jack would survive
this
But Gwen would be gone.
Wrestling with buttons
And levers and dials
Gwen gave a final yell
They were plummeting miles
Till suddenly levelling
They fell back in the
sleigh
Laughing from fear
Jack turned to Gwen, 'Hey,
Let's go home.' he
suggested
'But what about the
sleigh?
Santa will want it.' she
said.
'Well OK.'
Jack pondered quite often
Of the festive magic
Of sleigh bells and reindeer's
That belief was, well
tragic.
Of Santa's with visions
Of stealing back toys
Bringing chaos and mayhem
To all girls and boys.
But this year was
different
A dragon lay sleeping
Bigger than Myfanwy
He wondered where to keep
him.
He shook from his ponders
And took up the reins
Landing somewhere familiar
Gwen smiled. 'Home again.'
In Torchwood surroundings
Myfanwy perched, waiting
Sensing something quite
close
She squawked anticipating
In a secure and safe unit
He stowed away the beast
And hoped Myfanwy
Wouldn't be its next feast
Santa roared to the venue
His eyes blazed red
He spied the Captain
And wanted him dead
But Jack was ready
Gwen readied the trap
Santa roared towards him
On the motor built from
scrap.
Doing what they do best
Torchwood saved the day
Another alien dealt with
Jack returned the sleigh
'Happy Christmas,' Jack
smiled
Handing over the reins
'Thank you, dear Captain,
It's good to see you
again.'
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Torchwood poem 2016
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