December 10: "Wreath." (from Wordwielder)
A/N: Just a bit of dialog today, as I have a lot of studying to do.
"Watson!"
"What is it Holmes?"
"What the devil is this on our door?"
"…A wreath, Holmes."
"Why is it on our door?"
"Christmas is in less than a week. I thought something festive would be in order, especially as you will not allow me to decorate the sitting room."
"Hmph. Well, I would rather you didn't decorate the front door either. I don't need clients supposing I take an interest in that sort of thing."
"All right, Scrooge."
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you, old fellow."
"Nothing. But you must realize that nearly all the houses on this part of Baker Street have a wreath, so our door will stick out like a sore thumb without one."
"If all the doors in London had a wreath but ours, I would care not one iota."
"It does make the door appear more welcoming, though. If we take it down, you risk losing clients."
"Do you really think so, or are you only saying that to convince me to leave the thing up?"
"Of course I think so! Just this once, will you let 221b sport a little Christmas cheer?"
"Hmph! If you insist. I will not risk losing clients over such a triviality."
"Thank you, Holmes."
"For what? I have given no favors. You won this argument fairly."
"Hm. Never mind."