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A letter from Sherlock
I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
One year, it's been one year since I left to take down Moriarty's web. And one year since i've
seen the sweet smile of Molly Hooper Neé Holmes. I'm now lying in some back alley in
Moscow.
Freezing my butt off, wishing to be back home in 221B
.
Christmas eve will find you
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I sent you a few letters this past year, John, and I know you will not see them until I am
done. I miss you. I miss Mrs. Hudson. I miss Molly. Hell, I miss Mycroft, but if you ever say
this to him, I will deny it. I've taken down most of the network here in moscow, but I still
have Paris and other places to take down. I'm afraid I can't make it to the Christmas party I
know you will be hosting in 221B.
I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
Honestly, i'd rather be at your stupid parties than here in the butt nipping cold. I'd rather be
there with you, Molly, and the rest of the gang than be here. It's cold and damp, and worse
than London. Though i think you're probably having a better Christmas without me.
Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
I only have one paper and i don't know when i'll have another opportunity to write you, so i'm
putting everything down. I've been tortured... more times than i can count. I have deep
wounds in my back, and have been whipped, punched, starved, and beaten to a pulp. Not the
best way to spend Christmas, I know.
I'll be home for Christmas
But it wasn't my decision, and if i had a choice, i'd be home for Christmas. But i don't have
that choice.
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
So that's only in my dreams If only in my dreams...
SH
~MJS
I'll be home for Christmas by Michael bublé