A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! You're reading this on the 25th, but it was written on the 24th. I won't be on the computer at ALL tomorrow probably, so I wanted to get this written ahead of time. I hope you have a WONDERFUL day today, and that you get everything you wanted!
DISCLAIMER: Lizzie is literally the only thing I own. So please don't sue me! Pretty please.
"DADDY PAPA WAKE UP! FATHER CHRISTMAS CAME, HE CAME!" Lizzie leapt onto their bed and started poking them repeatedly.
Sherlock groaned and rubbed his face. "Did he?" His voice was rough from sleep, and it made John wake up too. "Well then," John said, slowly getting out of bed. "Let's go see what he's left you, shall we?" Sherlock made a grunting sort of noise and got up too, though very unwillingly.
Lizzie loved all of the toys she got, including a dollhouse, new dolls, some clothes, and other miscellaneous things. But there was one more thing...
John slipped out of the flat and downstairs to Mrs. Hudson's flat. He came back with a box that seemed to be...moving? Lizzie cocked her head to the side and stared at it in confusion. And then it meowed.
Sherlock couldn't help but grin at the look of pure joy on her face. "A KITTEN!" She cried in excitement, moving towards the (barely) wrapped box. Gently, she unwrapped it and marvelled at the grey and black striped kitten inside. "Gladstone," she whispered. John and Sherlock looked at each other and shrugged. Odd choice of name, but who were they to judge?
"Now, you know you have to take good care of him, right love?" John asked. Lizzie nodded vigorously. "I promise!"
That evening, when John was tucking her in, he asked her, "Was this a good Christmas?" Lizzie yawned widely, and replied with: "It was the best!"
A/N: I know they say not to give pets for Christmas, but John, Sherlock, and Lizzie will be very responsible pet owners. So there ya go.
And unfortunately, this is the end of my advent!fic. I hope you all enjoyed it, and that you have a GREAT day! Please review and...
DFTBA darlings, :)