The 12 Christmas Riddles
Chapter 3
John stood on the stoop smiling down at his friend.
"You going to pay the cab driver Sherlock?"
"Yes, yes, thank you John" Sherlock gave some money over the slightly disgruntled taxi driver, turning and coming up the stairs to meet John.
"So far, a bit simple don't you think John?"
"Oh please Sherlock, those where just starters. Here" John handed over a Elf costume.
"You'll need this where you are going next."
Sherlock eyed the un-opened suit sourly
"You cannot expect me to degrade myself by wearing this atrocity?"
"I can and do Sherlock, if you want the key to the mystery box"
"They stared at each other, Sherlock somewhat grumpily while John just smirked back.
"FINE!" yelled his friend, "I'll wear the damned suit"
15 minutes and a lot of snide comments and swear words later, Sherlock handed over his shirt, pants and scarf to the waiting blogger.
"Now what?"
"Now you find out where to next, here, keep the scarf, its quite cold, and you being sick is not pleasant for anyone" John said giving back his scarf and the next envelope.
Sherlock eyed the envelope before opening it.
Hey diddle diddle
Sherlock plays the fiddle
The children all clapped and cheered
The attendants laughed to see such joy
And the Christmas pie all disappeared!
Hospitals are obvious and there are no orphanages near here. Where on earth am I to find children with attendants?
"Really John? Children? Bah! Besides, I haven't my violin, and it is certainly NOT a fiddle."
"Please Sherlock, your violin is already there, I took it this morning, and it would mean a lot to those with little or nothing if a real Christmas elf was to play for them"
"No, and if anything happens to my Stradivarius, you are officially looking for somewhere new to live"
"You don't mean that, besides don't you want to see Mycroft in a Santa suit, he lost a bet with Anthea or whatever her name is this week. It really is worth seeing… anyway, smile for the camera"
Sherlock was smiling at the thought of Mycroft dressed as Santa Claus. He didn't' register the photo had been taken until it was too late.
"What is it with everyone and photos!" Sherlock asked annoyed. The Yard had better never see these."
"You know we are AT the Yard and it does have security cameras…"
"TAXI!"
"No need Sherlock, Mycroft sent a car, you have only to tell them where to take you."
"What about you?
"Spoilers, to borrow a phrase, see you later Sherlock"
Sherlock looked at the festive red car with Rudolf nose that pulled up in front of him, sighing he got in, watching as John walked towards the other end of the Yard.
Red Cross Children's Christmas pageant at Regents Park, it was the only place he could think of and John had mentioned being interested in donating some of his time to the disadvantaged families of London.
"Regents Park"
The car drove off, John watching the whole time. Sherlock did not appear to be enjoying himself as planned, perhaps this had been the wrong gift idea, or perhaps, just too easy for the consulting detective. Still he wanted Sherlock to understand that Christmas is a time for sharing and caring, not being a Grinch.
