"I mean, you would never say 'Happy Holidays', but I think it's great," John said. "I'd love to know who wrote it..."
"It's from an anonymous," Sherlock pointed out. "And it's terrible. Here I thought your writing was tasteless..." He turned away.
"You're just jealous, Sherlock," John said, grinning at the detective's retreating back. "Jealous that someone managed to write a really witty song about you."
"About you, too."
"Yeah, but I think it's cool."
"You would," Sherlock replied absently, returning to the couch.
"Sherlock! Sherlock, there's another blog comment!"
"You get blog comments all the time."
"No, another Christmas carol!"
It had been almost a week since the festive blog comment had appeared. But now, John had logged on to find another comment. It was just as creative, if not moreso, than the first.
"Oh- what is is now?" Sherlock muttered.
Near silent footfalls announced Sherlock's arrival behind John. He leaned forward to read the comment.
"'The Twelve Days of Christmas'," John said, laughing.
On the first day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the second day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the third day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the fourth day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the fifth day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the sixth day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
six degrading insults, five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the seventh day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
seven violin songs, six degrading insults, five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the eighth day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
eight blog comments, seven violin songs, six degrading insults, five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the ninth day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
nine experiments, eight blog comments, seven violin songs, six degrading insults, five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the tenth day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
ten noisy gunshots, nine experiments, eight blog comments, seven violin songs, six degrading insults, five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
eleven Chinese dinners, ten noisy gunshots, nine experiments, eight blog comments, seven violin songs, six degrading insults, five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, Sherlock gave to me,
twelve happy endings, eleven Chinese dinners, ten noisy gunshots, nine experiments, eight blog comments, seven violin songs, six degrading insults, five fun cases, four cups of tea, three nicotine patches, two severed heads, and a flatmate on Baker Street.
And a flatmate on Baker Street.
"Hey, why have you got your coat on?" John asked suddenly, as Sherlock's scarf fell into his face. "Are you going out?"
Sherlock snorted, leaning away from the desk. "Up for a Chinese dinner, John?" he asked, smirking as he rolled his eyes, turned away.
"Brilliant!"
The actual content (not including the song) is another 221B. The song, again, I wrote myself. Not everything matches up PERFECTLY, but it does match up! Annoy your non-Sherlockian friends by singing it! Haha.
Happy Twelve Days of Sherlock! :P