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
