This story is dedicated to x-Pick'n'Mix-x with out her i would not have made this story. This is based on a reviw i left her in her story Text messages .

To see the original review that i wrote look at the end of the story.

this is a crack fic but i had to do it. (i don't even celebrate Christmas!) =F


Today I think was the strangest day I have had since I moved in to 221b Baker Street.

It all started when Lestrade rang the bell at 2:13 this morning. There had been a murder on the back steps of Harrods departmental store.

"The victim was wearing a Santa costume. Scotland Yard has tried to identify the body but fingerprints have not been successful." Lestrade said.

"And what of the security tapes?" Sherlock had asked.

"The angles were bad, it's hard to see what happened. Sherlock I need you to come down to the crime scene."

At this point Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf and headed for the door.

"Coming?"

I nodded following Lestrade and him out the door.

Again I feel the need to remind you that this is the not an ordinary case.

We arrived at the crime scene to find a man dressed in a Santa costume dead on the steps.

Sherlock stepped forward examining the body. "Old man late 90's maybe older." Sherlock turned to me, "John what can you tell me."

At first examination I could tell that the man had died from affixation. "Affixation, there appears to be something blocking his lung and nasal passages. "

"So he was suffocated?" Lestrade asked.

"You're missing the main point!" Sherlock yelled causing us to jump.

"And that is?" Lestrade added. I could see that he was just as annoyed as I was.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "The smell, it smell like spoiled milk, not only that but I can smell hints of chloroform near the victims mouth. Meaning he was knocked out then suffocated with burnt cookies."

"Burnt cookies?" I had asked.

Sherlock did not answer my question.

"So who was it then?" Lestrade questioned.

Sherlock began laughing. Once again I must say that this was an extremely strange event. "It was the elves!"

Now Lestrade and I were staring at each other.

"Have you gone mad!" I accused.

"Look John, when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

"And Elves are not impossible!"

There was silence until Lestrade spoke up. "Fine, just give me a motive for the murder."

I shot Lestrade a glance.

He shrugged and mouthed the following. 'Sherlock has never been wrong before, and believe me he has come up with madder deductions."

"Okay here is the motive. The elves were sick of being slaves and wanted freedom, killed Santa and got it.
You can tell it's the elves by the tiny foot prints of milk leading away from the scene."


AND NOW HERE IS THE ORIGINAL REVIEW I WROTE ON x-Pick'n'Mix-x story Text messages.

it was the elves. They knocked him out with chloroform and blocked his nasal and lung passages with burnt cookies. Causing the victim (Santa) to suffocate. After that body was soaked in spoiled milk and left him lying sprawled across the back steps of the store.

Motive. The elves were sick of being slaves and wanted freedom, killed Santa and got it.

You can tell it's the elves by the tiny footprints of milk leading away from the scene