Story: Naughty or Nice
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2196
Author's Summary: "Doctor," the Brigadier said wearily from behind them, "surely you're not going to tell Miss Shaw and myself that St. Nicholas is an evil alien bent on conquering the Earth."
Characters/Pairings: Third Doctor, Liz Shaw, the Brigadier
Recced because: This story is absolutely adorable. The voices are excellent, the plot is cracktastically plausible for the era, and it made me grin from ear to ear. It even has a surprisingly poignant ending. Perfect holiday piece.
"You're setting a trap," Liz repeated. "For who, Santa Claus?"
"Of course! Best night to catch him. It, really. He's not human, you know." The Doctor busied himself in a maze of wires and vacuum tubes that he was laying around the fireplace and hiding behind sprigs of holly.
"Doctor," the Brigadier said wearily from behind them, "Surely you're not going to tell us that St. Nicholas is an evil alien bent on conquering the Earth."
"Oh, no, no, not evil at all! Crashed here a few centuries ago. Adapted. Perfectly harmless. Beneficial, even, since its home planet sets such great store by living with morals and honor. Naughty or nice, see? It lives on psychic emanations - belief, if you will - and it's perfectly happy to grant wishes in return for being fed."
"And it only needs to be fed once a year," Liz stated.
"A major meal, yes. I think it poses as the Easter bunny for elevenses."