"John! John! Come over here! You have to see this!" Sherlock's screams woke up John from a vivid dream that somehow involved Santa Claus and a bag full of worms battling over the control of Christmas. This seems familiar thought John as he drowsily got out of bed. Sherlock ran into the room, looking like a kid on Christmas morning that has just received his presents.

"Guess what?" said Sherlock enthusiastically.

"What?" answered John, who was still waking up.

"It's snowing," said Sherlock as he ran to the window and opened the curtains, revealing a cold morning in London, barely illuminated by a few gelid rays of sun that managed to make their way through the clouds. John walked to the window and poked his head through it, to discover tiny snowflakes falling from the sky. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"What is going on, Sherlock? Is it really snowing or am I still dreaming?"

"It really is snowing, John! My calculations only missed by a couple of hours!"

"Calculations? What calculations?"

"The ones I did to determine the date and time of the snowfall, of course! Those idiots at the forecast news were completely wrong about it! 'There will be no snow this year' they said. Those bastards can't even distinguish an altostratus from a cumulus. I can't believe they…"

"How could you possibly know about this, Sherlock? It's been decades since the last snowfall in London! It doesn't snow here, much less in December!"

"Well, it's obvious John! I just had to approximate the distance of the clouds from the ground, their water density and the speed of the wind during the last week or so to…"

"Ok, ok, I get it," John was staring at the window in awe. The snowflakes looked like fairy powder to him, millions of little pieces of heaven falling to the Earth, and forming a white layer upon Baker Street. "It really is a miracle," said John, mostly to himself.

"Well, John, according to mi estimates, the snow is only going to be here for a few more days, so what do you want to do with it?" asked Sherlock expectantly.

"I just want to get out there and touch it!" exclaimed John.

They ran through the flat, and rushed down the stairs towards the front door. Sherlock arrived there first (his long legs gave him a clear advantage in speed) and he opened the door and rushed through it, into the white layer covering the floor. John, however, stayed inside, just inside the door's frame. He was staring outside with an expression that Sherlock couldn't quite understand. Was it fear?

"What's wrong, John?"

"Nothing, I'll be out there in just a moment," answered John hesitantly. It didn't take Sherlock more than three second to figure out what was going through John's mind.

"You've never been to a snowfall before, have you?"

"Of course I have…"

"John…"

"Ok, I'll admit it. This is my first time. I'd never seen the snow before," confessed John, blushing with embarrassment. Sherlock giggled and walked back towards the door. He took John's hand, kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "Don't worry about it, dear. We'll do it together."

And so they did. They walked in unison out the door. John shivered when he felt the cold snow below his bare feet but hen he felt the little droplets of frozen water falling onto his head and face, he couldn't help but let out a cheerful, innocent cry of the purest kind of joy. He began taking the snow from the ground and throwing it into the air, dancing around and jumping like a small child. Sherlock grinned and stared at him for a while. Suddenly, John stopped his small celebration and exclaimed "Nightmare Before Christmas!"

"What?" asked Sherlock, astonished at the sudden change in John's attitude.

"A Nightmare Before Christmas? The movie about the skeleton who tries to steal Christmas? I had a dream about it last night," replied John enthusiastically.

"Never seen it," said Sherlock. Now it was his time to feel embarrassed.

"You've never seen that movie?! But it's a classic! We need to watch it. Together."

"Count on it," whispered Sherlock, giving John a wink.