A/N: If you remember, a couple of chapters back, I think I mentioned John buying a tree, that's why they decorate it in this chap but don't buy one. Onwards!
"But it's Christmas, Sherlock! We have to decorate!"
"It is not Christmas, it is only December 8th. And I refuse to put idiotic lights all about the flat simply because it is winter."
"It's not idiotic! it's decorations!" This feud had been going on for about half and hour, and John was beginning to get tired of it.
"Alright, you know what? If you don't decorate with me, then I will show Lestrade, Molly, and Mycroft of that picture of you-"
"Alright! I'll do it!" Sherlock replied exasperatedly.
A few minutes later, they had lights strewn across the floor in an attempt to untangle them for the Christmas tree.
"I really do not see the purpose of this," Sherlock muttered, but continued to put the ornaments on the tree. John smiled at him, hearing this, but didn't stop what he was doing.
By the time night had fallen, there were many Christmas lights brightening the windows of 221B. A wreath was on the front door, and Mrs. Hudson had slipped some mistletoe over the couch. Both men refused to go near it.
John lay in bed that night, feeling satisfied that he had won at least this this time.
