A/N: HERE'S THE SURPRISE...a day late, oops. I was at my grandma's yesterday and didn't have a chance to write, sorry! But you'll get two chapters today to make up for it.
This is going to be an advent!fic off-shoot to my parent!lock fic 'One Idiot, One Doctor, and a Baby'. The plan is to post a chapter every day until December 25th. We'll see what happens, but I PROMISE I'll do my best!
DISCLAIMER: I only own Lizzie.
"No."
John Watson sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sherlock, I wrote letters to Father Christmas when I was her age." Sherlock just stared at him, and then he turned up his nose and sniffed at John. "Well obviously your parents weren't very concerned about not lying to you. Father Christmas is a ridiculous myth that I will not have our daughter believing i-"
"Daddy?" The six year old bit her lip as she walked down the stairs carefully. "Can you read this letter I wrote? I don't know if I 'pelled all the words right." Lizzie nearly put her thumb in her mouth, but stopped herself before she could.
"Of course," the detective said immediately. He squinted a little to read his daughter's tiny handwriting.
Dear Father Krissmus,
For Krissmus, I want lots of good casis for Daddy. He is boooored so much and it makes Papa angry when Daddy sulks.
I want Papa to have a new job. His boss lady is rood to him and it makes him sad. I don't want him to be sad.
All I want for Krissmus is a dogy. A little one, not a big meen nasty one.
Luv,
Lizzie Holmes-Watson
Sherlock stood there in silence for so long that Lizzie started to tug on his trouser leg. "Daddy, is it good?" John looked side-long at his partner, smirking. Clearing his throat, the detective gave the little girl a watery smile.
"Yes, darling. I dare say this will be the best letter in Father Christmas' batch."
A/N: These'll be short little chapters. Look, this one was kind of a 221B sort of not really! Please review!