CHRISTAMAS
Sherlock Holmes looked suspiciously at the long box I was handing him.
"What, in heavens name, is this, Watson?"
I rolled my eyes and looked at the world's foremost consulting detective in front of me.
"Its Christmas, Holmes. I believe it's traditional to give gifts."
He looked at the present in his hands and snorted something which sounded suspiciously like "Poppycock!"
I sighed and whispered under my breath "Merry Christmas, Holmes." Then I left him holding his knew silver topped walking stick.
Later at night, I grinned to myself as I picked up the wrapped box on my bed and saw Holmes's writing on it.
Merry Christmas, my dear fellow.
Operation Christmas was a success.