A/N- I was listening to Tommy-the rock opera and had the idea for this, my first really chaptered story that I've uploaded. I'm not planning on sticking as religiously to the story of the album as the first few chapters will suggest as the later songs on the album don't really fit with the plan I have for this story and getting it to fit with the known story of Sherlock's life before Study in Pink.

Sherlock's story telling it set sometime after the Scandal in Belgravia but before the Reichbach Fall I imagine.

If you're not aware of Tommy by The Who, then I serious suggest you check it out!

Disclaimer- Obviously I don't own Sherlock or Tommy

Christmas

"Now, I'm not you, John Watson, with your blog, however I do feel the need for a bit of usually unnecessary scene building, for the next part." Sherlock admitted.

"Ok…" John allowed wearily.

"Right well, one would assume that when one cannot see, hear or speak, there is no way of dictating time. Years can pass and you'd not know any different, however I soon became aware of when a year had passed, in not what most would call the most conventional way." Sherlock explained, "You see, Christmas is regarded by the Holmes family as a time for a good old family get together, as it is with most families however most normal families don't invite both side of the family all over on the same day.

"The Holmes family, however, do. On the 24th of December, every, alive, Holmes and Walker-although some of the older more eccentric do bring the deceased along in their Urns- descends upon Holmes Manor, London, where I grew up for a massive party. They start arriving from 10 onwards, usually then there's a massive sit down meal that lasts usually from 12 to 2. Then everyone retires to the 3 lounges that are decorated for Christmas, with exception of the Children, anyone under the age of 13, who are sent, or in my case, guided carefully, to the Playroom.

"So Christmas, was noticeable for me. It was impossible to find my way anywhere at all, what with all those people milling about. Mycroft, before he became of age, at least in terms of the Holmes family, used to watch over me, help me and interpret desperate hand gestures. However, from the age 8 I was on my own in the Playroom with complete strangers who didn't understand me.

"Among these strangers was my cousin Kevin Walker, who was 10, at the time." Sherlock concluded.