[The singing starts out faint but quickly grows louder until you can tell that it's definitely someone in high spirits and possibly a little bit tipsy.]
Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.
"Hither, page
and stand by...
What's this? I was just...
Ohhhhh, looks like I'm back here again! Hello, City! How is everyone? Good I hope. Oh look, it's already New Years!
Happy New Year everyone!
[ooc: And the Doctor is back from his very short canon update.]