Articles T'was the Night before Christmas Torchwood poem by DJ Forrest

A Torchwood Special

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