December 2: "One of the occupants of 221B occupants receives a strange parcel." (from W. Y. Traveller)
A/N: Apologies for the length, but no apologies for the content. :P
"Holmes, there's a package for you." Watson's voice carried across the flat and into the detective's bedroom.
"Open it, would you, Watson?" Holmes replied. He was more than a little preoccupied with his chemical analysis. He heard his flat-mate sigh, and took that as agreement.
A moment later, he heard cursing, and a flustered Watson appeared in his doorway.
"Holmes, it's happened again."
Watson's countenance was grave. He held the opened package aloft, and Holmes saw it:
A fruitcake.
"Have no fear, my dear fellow," said Holmes after a pause. "We shall return the favor to dear Inspector Lestrade post haste."