"John?" Mary paused in her knitting to look at her husband.
"Yes, Mary?" he enquired.
"What will Sherlock be doing for Christmas?" she asked him. It had been bothering her for some time, not knowing what John's closest friend was doing for the holiday. Mary strongly believed no one should be alone on Christmas, having spent it alone in the past, and not wishing the experience on anyone else.
"Mrs Hudson usually goes to her sister's for Christmas, so Holmes and I would celebrate together. Not that it was much of a celebration. I believe the only reason Holmes celebrated was that I coerced him into it. Otherwise he would have ignored it entirely." John stared into the fire with a wistful smile, remembering past celebrations with Holmes. After a moment, he shook himself out of his reminiscing, and turned back to Mary. "Why did you ask?"
"I was just wondering, do you think he would like to come here for Christmas?" Mary asked, half-shyly. "I would like to have him here, and I don't think anyone should be alone at Christmas."
John leant over and kissed her softly. "Where did I find such a wonderful woman as you?"
