Day 24 - From SheWhoScrawls: Christmas Eve in Baker Street
A/N: Another 221B
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It was Christmas Eve on Baker Street, and the smell of Mrs Hudson's pies permeated the air. There was the sweet smell of apple and cinnamon, contrasted with the savory smell of steak and onion. It would undoubtably be a memorable meal.
The sounds of Holmes playing his violin filled the flat with soulful, cheerful tones. The bees were active even today, huddling together for warmth, a few breaking from the cluster every now and then to scurry about the hive, perhaps even looking out the window while the thick snow fell outside. No doubt it was a much different view from what they were accustomed to in the outdoors.
I was reclined in an armchair by the fire, and leisurely cutting minute shapes out of decorative paper. I had stars and snowflakes for the window, bells and candles by the fireplace. On a whim, I cut a few more - a tiny Christmas tree, a miniature fireplace, a few stars, and a reindeer, and then placed the miniature decorations all alongside the glass of the observation hive. I stood back to admire my work. Now the bees had a very festive view indeed.
Holmes glanced over, and his lips quirked up in approval. "Well done Watson," Holmes remarked. "I see Christmas Eve is to be celebrated even by the bees."