My recent lack of updates has more to do with having no inspiration as opposed to having no time. But, I've already written my bit for the December series, so I suppose I shouldn't deny you any longer. *sigh* Here you are :)
"Watson! Who allowed these infernal things to be put up?"
"They're Christmas decorations, Holmes, and I imagine Mrs. Hudson put them up. It is December, after all."
"Whatever you call them, they're in my way. And they are appallingly cheerful. I want them taken down!"
"Old boy, I hardly think Mrs. Hudson would appreciate you tearing down all her hard work. Besides, I think they're quaint."
"Quaint, yes. Practical, no! What are we to do with a bundle of holly hanging over the mantle?! Not to mention these fir boughs on the door. They'll fall off with my first angry client, and then she'll expect me to put them back up!" The detective looked rather more than appropriately horrified at the notion of contaminating his hands with Christmas spirit.
"You can hardly complain about practical when you keep your tobacco in a shoe, Holmes."
"It's a slipper."
"The point is, just because you despise Christmas and all its implications doesn't mean that the rest of us can't have a little fun and jollity in our lives. Oh, look, Mrs. Hudson even put up mistletoe!" Watson was distracted from his lecture by a small bunch of green leaves hanging over the door.
His companion groaned theatrically. "Mistletoe?!" Then a fiendish light came into his eyes.
"Watson, what do you say we invite a few of those fangirls in? I'm sure they'd like to wish you a happy Christmas. You could just stand in the door and . . . "
It was Watson's turn to look aghast. "NO, Holmes! Good heavens. I'm married!"
Holmes just chortled.
I have to say, I'm with Holmes on this one. My mother has gotten out the Christmas decorations and . . . *shudder* I can already feel my black soul being poisoned with cheery red-and-green ornaments.