And this is why I love Eleven. Why, [despite the many flaws it had] I loved the Christmas Special. Because of the WAY he left. What he taught
me when he left-- and that high note he hit when he was regenerating. I think its safe to say that most all regenerations [save for the fantastic Nine.] ended where the Doctor was scared, in pain, despairing and confused-- maybe even with the ever-popular "I don't want to go". And I think we thought that Eleven, [being the lonely Doctor he was] was going to be the saddest of all-- but may I say that with those tears came a smile of mine.
I was so delightfully content
with how he regenerated-- it wasn't so extravagant or dramatic or weepy; I was just so happy that he found peace with who he was. That-- in those last moments, he was that Optimist he claimed he'd always be. That, as sad as the storyline of events he had were, he felt ok with not knowing what was going to happen next. I guess that's just the kind of stuff I like.
It was personal, it was nostalgic, it was him touching all the memories, the pictures the children drew for him; how he kept every single one, touching them and hanging them up carefully--[I personally love picturing him telling any sort of story] and how he just.. lived a life, found a place where people needed him to stick around. I don't think I'll ever forget that. Moffat has made many mistakes; and perhaps in your opinion, he's ruined the show; But one thing he does-- and does very well, is give out those moments
. Those parts with heart that you'll never forget. Those parts that you'll find saying to yourself in the future.