December 20: "Describe a piece of day-to-day life for the Irregulars." (from trustingHim17)
Hello again friends and merry Christmas Eve! I'm still very sick, but I didn't want to fall farther behind, so I've decided to make a brief arc of 221b drabbles for the 20th through the 24th.
It was the morning of December the 24th when Wiggins and several others of his ragtag group convened in a drafty house owned by one of the boys' caretakers. (The 'caretaker' in question was asleep, or more properly, passed out drunk.) In hushed voices, the boys discussed their plans. Sherlock Holmes, they knew well, had been in one of his depressive moods for well over two weeks, and Dr. Watson was at his wits end about it. There was not much a group of street boys could do, but the detective had helped them when they needed it most, so they would do their best by him.
"We ought to do somethin' to bring the Christmas spirit to 'im," said Tom, a gangly and gap-toothed boy of eight.
Wiggins frowned. "Mr. 'Olmes has never been one to celebrate the holiday, not in the few years we've known 'im. It's always Dr. Watson what does the celebrating. But maybe you're on the right track."
"There's the Christmas market a ways north of Baker Street," suggested a stocky eleven year old named Bailey.
"Perfect!" Wiggins replied. "Just the place to go to find the perfect gift for Mr. 'Olmes."
"It's terrible cold out," said Tom. "Do we gotta walk all that way?"
"Not if we find a carriage and hop on the back!"
To be continued...