[ While Clara is sleeping, in the vein of Father Christmas (whom he's always thought fondly of), on the bedside table near where she sleeps, the Doctor leaves a note, a box of some chocolates (all of which have at least one bite taken out of them, just so he could make sure they were an acceptable flavor), a small vase filled with half-dead flowers (all he could find!), and a small trinket that resembles a compass. The note just says- ]
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARA OSWALD!
- LOVE, THE DOCTOR