John took his off the mantle and opened it. Inside his were several chocolate bars, tickets to a play he'd been long wanting to see and a beautiful black leather watch. "Wow..." That was all he could really say.
"What about your's Sherlock?"
Sherlock took his stocking off the mantle as well and moved to his armchair. Inside was a new lens for his microscope, he'd broken the old one awhile ago, also a handful of chocolates, he might as well give those to John and a beautiful new moleskin notebook.
"Not bad mate" remarked John, sitting opposite him, picking up the tv remote. He moved his chair slightly so he was able to see it and Sherlock. There was a choir singing in one of the cathedrals, John couldn't tell which. But it was beautiful and just made everything feel more... christmassy.
Hark how the bells
Sweet silver bells
All seem to say
Throw cares away
Christmas is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold
Ding dong ding
That is their song
With joyful ring
All carolling
One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From everywhere
Filling the air.
Oh how they pound,
Raising the sound,
O'er hill and dale,
Telling their tale.
Gaily they ring while people sing
Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here.
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas,
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas.
John smiled, humming the tune to himself. Sherlock kept glancing at the tree and wondering who the presents beneath it belonged too. He'd planned on getting one for John, knowing how much those sorts of things meant to him. He'd even ordered something in for him. But then the case, their accident, who knows what had happened to it now.
Sherlock picked up a book from off the floor and began reading, letting John hum along to the songs. "Sherlock?" "Hmm?". "Who do you suppose did all this?". "I have no idea." John chuckled. "You? Really?". Sherlock put down the book. "I have my suspicions but it'd be useless to theorise until I have all the facts." "Why?". Sherlock sighed.
"Because inevitably you begin to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. So, until I get more data, I will not make assumptions" John shook his head and grinned. A thought suddenly occurred to him and he stood making his way to the tree. Sherlock didn't even look up.
