A/N: I felt like we needed to split up the putting up the tree and the decorating the tree chapters. It just kind of worked out that way. So, here we go.
DISCLAIMER: I only own Lizzie. Please don't sue me!
"Lizzie, we need to, ah, spread these ornaments out just a bit," John said cautiously after looking over their work. "But it looks so pretty!" She protested, sticking her lower lip out a little. "I know, darling," soothed Sherlock. "But, ah..." He looked at John for help. "Father Christmas will love to see all of the beautiful ornaments." The doctor said, smiling. "Perfect," whispered Sherlock in his ear.
The six year old looked thoughtful for a minute or two. Slowly, she started to nod. "I guess he would have trouble seeing them if they're so low," she admitted finally. "I just wanted to be able to do it all myself,"
The two men looked at each other, and smiled. "Sweetheart," John said, bending down to her level, wincing a little when his knees popped. "We want to help you decorate the tree. It's much more fun to do it as a family! Remember last year?"
Sherlock immediately started chuckling. Lizzie started to laugh, too. "Yeah," she said through giggles. "Daddy gave you a boost to put the star on top and then he had to catch you 'cause you fell." Sherlock laughed harder. John grumbled a bit. "Yes, well...my clumsiness aside. Christmas time is all about family, and I want this tree to be the best thing this family has ever done!"
The detective rolled his eyes. "You are unerringly sentimental as always," he drawled. But he didn't say anything else about it. Instead, he knelt by the tree and started removing ornaments from the lowest branches.
A/N: Fluffy fluff is fluffy. Sorry not sorry. Please review and...
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