A/N: I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP. I accidentally posted 2 Sherlock chapters in a row, so let me rectify it right now! I'M SORRY FRIENDS.
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John had been eating bad Chinese when the doorbell rang. He paused for a minute, waiting to see if Mrs. Hudson would get it. When she didn't, he sighed, but got up and went downstairs. Slowly, he opened the door.
"We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year!"
He couldn't help but smile. A group of four kids, the oldest of who looked no older than 8, was standing at the front door, in their coats and hats, and they were caroling. John thought that caroling had gone out of fashion in his childhood.
When the children finished, he dug in his pockets until he came up with enough pence to give the kids fifty pence. They grinned at him. "Thank you," the youngest boy said shyly, before they ran off. "Happy Christmas!" John called. In the distance he heard a "Happy Christmas!" in return.
Sherlock,
A group of carolers stopped by today. They were actually cute kids. I tipped them, even though they didn't ask for it. I felt like they deserved it. They brightened my evening.
This year I haven't been in much of the holiday spirit. I've seen no reason for it. Seeing those kids tonight helped though. Made me remember the good feelings Christmas brings.
I'll try hard to remember those feelings the rest of the season. It's going to be hard; not having you here. These letters are like talking to you, and it makes it seem much more real. You're gone. I'm still here.
God, that's not fair.
John
A/N: There we go, much better. Thank you so much for reading! Please review and...
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