I got too old for Santa when I was nine...'cept for the year I was twelve. I asked for a red bicycle. Anyway, haven't written a letter to Saint Nick since then but here in the City...I figger...why not?

No reason for me to put it on the network though.

( He knows who's been bad or good...so be good for goodness sake... )

[The device is set on a table looking onto a mirror. Rose pops out from behind a curtain wearing this. She poses in the mirror, leaning closer to the mirror. She even takes a strand of her hair and drapes it over her top lip like a mustache, holding it there by pursing her lips.]

Doctor! You comin' out? You have to model, s'part of the deal.