December 25: "Holiday festivities go awry when Mrs. Hudson is kidnapped from Baker Street." (from SheWhoScrawls)
A/N: Watson's POV.
My wife and I were at home, enjoying our Christmas Eve dinner, when the unmistakable sound of violent knocking came from the front door.
"Watson!" exclaimed Holmes as I opened the door and let him in. "Watson, Mrs. Hudson is gone!"
"What do you mean, 'gone'?" I replied.
"I mean she's gone! I haven't seen her all day! I am afraid she has been kidnapped!"
"Holmes, you do know it's Christmas Eve, don't you?" I inquired, completely serious. He had forgotten such things before.
"Well, yes, of course—" my friend blustered.
"Do you recall that Mrs. Hudson always goes to see her sister on Christmas Eve?"
"Does she? Oh. Hm, yes, now that you mention it, you may be right…"
"Now, I am not the detective, but I think it is safe to say that she is most likely at her sister's for the holiday."
"Oh," said Holmes sheepishly. The poor man looked dreadfully embarrassed, and I felt very bad for giving him such a hard time. "Well, thank you," he said awkwardly. "I suppose I should go…"
The poor fellow! "Nonsense! You can stay for dinner with Mary and I, if you like."
"I do not wish to intrude…"
My wife now joined us in the entry way. "You would not be intruding," she said, smiling. "We would be happy to have you join us."