Creative title right? :)

I know that a lot of people have done Sherlock themed Twas the Night Before Christmas, I'm hoping this one is a bit different that the others. Wow, I did

n't realize how long the original poem was until now. But please comment and tell me what you think!


Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat

Not an experiment was going, John was sure of that

The Santa hat and skull were still on the shelf

And John sat near the window, all by himself

Near midnight he stumbled upstairs to his bed

Where horrible nightmares soon filled his head

Three years since he stood and watched Sherlock die

And every day since he still wondered why

When down in the kitchen there arose such a clatter

John sprang from his bed to see what was the matter

And down the stairs he flew in a flash

'Till he tripped and fell with a super loud crash

There was a glow from the window

Off the crisp London snow

The reflection made strange shadows appear

But the objects around him were not completely clear

A shape in the kitchen moved, so quiet and quick

And the new smell of smoke was making john sick

He kitchen looked normal, completely the same

John quietly whispered and asked for a name

Molly, or Mycroft, or Donovan, or Anderson

Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Sarah, or anyone

They would all come unannounced, to make sure he was okay

And no matter what John said, they would not go away

The intruder didn't answer, John had no clue what to do

Then they spoke up, a deep voice that he knew

The man stepped back and away from John

He tried to say something, but his voice was gone

The man was dressed all in black, even his shoes

Except for his scarf, which was obviously blue

He forced a smile and wearily whispered "I'm back"

Then he set down what he was holding, some sort of pack

His face was so pale, he almost looked scary

His eyes were rimmed red, the color of a cherry

There were so many things that john wanted to know

Sherlock sat on the sofa and started to rosin his bow

Finally he spoke, and explained the whole thing

Then he took the bow and he tested each string

When they were in tune, he stood by the window and started to play

John only sat there, he didn't know what to say

The sound drew the attention of sweet Mrs. Hudson

She was wearing pajamas her hair in a bun

As soon as she saw them, she started to cry

He assured her he was fine, but John knew it was a lie

Sherlock asked about Lestrade he needed a case to work

John still didn't say anything, now he felt like a jerk

Mrs. Hudson left to change into her clothes

John tried to speak, but again he just froze

Finally he stood, pulled Sherlock into an awkward embrace

His body was ice cold, except for his face

They stood like that for mere seconds, when they heard a loud knock

The door flew open, Mycroft's eyes became huge as he stared at Sherlock