26. From ImaLateBloomer - Boxing Day
I awoke to grunts and morning sun. The snow glittered brightly outside. Jack Frost's designs on the window pane were beginning to slide off. Mildly curious to the thumps coming from the sitting room, I donned my dressing gown and wandered in.
"Hullo Watson," Holmes greeted, throwing a fine left hook to the punching bag. "You slept well, I see."
I blinked. "Happy Boxing Day, Holmes. I see you're celebrating in the literal sense."
Holmes jabbed the bag. "Why not? Oh, and Lestrade wants us to go down to the Yard for a gathering of some sort later."
Shaking my head, I went to go get a cup of tea.
Instead of doing to write something more traditional, I took a play on the holiday's title and ACD's words:
"Sherlock Holmes was a man who seldom took exercise for exercise's sake. Few men were capable of greater muscular effort, and he was undoubtedly one of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen; but he looked upon aimless bodily exertion as a waste of energy, and he seldom bestirred himself save where there was some professional object to be served."
-"The Adventure of the Yellow Face"
Kiddoes, if before January we hit 100 reviews on this story, I will give my 100th review the right to demand I write their whims for two Tales of 221B chapters, and I'll actually do them within two days of the prompt. You guys know that's a big promise for me! When I say two day it usually ends up being a month! But promise, on time. Hey, I managed it for these, right?