Be careful. You're getting my hopes up, Clara Oswald.

[ her mouth splits into a grin, beaming — a genuine glow, despite the playful teasing attached. ]

I solemnly vow to do my best to find one for you. Most of our stories don't have happy endings. Death and destruction don't really say "festive cheer" to me.

[ conspiratorial, her voice drops, leaning in — as though they're sharing hushed secrets, rather than casual christmas conversations. ]

You may or may not find a secret surprise tucked somewhere in the pages. I don't want to spoil the fun.