Well, Christmas didn't pass quite the way I expected it would. I mean, who could be prepared for a trip to Paris? Or a job as head of security at a museum.

But I digress. It's time for presents.


Doctors, please come collect your gifts and/or complementary belated mistletoe kiss.



Amy, Rory - you didn't think I'd forget about you, did you?



Helen, I've a special gift for you.



James, you too.