John was woken up by something, or rather, someone, bouncing on his stomach. He opened one eye to see a small figure, which he slowly identified as Hamish, in front of him. He turned his head around to see Sherlock sitting up and smirking beside him. "Thanks for the help, Sherlock." "It's Christmas morning, we have to do stockings." Sherlock said innocently. "Besides, I couldn't have stopped him if I tried, could I, Hamish?" he asked, picking him up and setting him in between them. "You just proved that you could, by picking me up. You mean you wanted to see Daddy woken up like that." "He is so your kid." John laughed, pulling himself up. "Stop using things I taught you on me." Sherlock told Hamish. "But yes, you're right. It's fun seeing Daddy being tortured." "Yep, loving husband." Sherlock grinned. "You know I am really." Hamish poked Sherlock in the side. "Stockings!" "Yeah, John, stockings." "Fine, I'm getting them." he said, leaning to the end of the bed. He gave out the stockings, and Hamish eagerly reached out for his. "Okay, you first." John said to Hamish. He pulled out the first thing, and put the antlers on John's head. Sherlock laughed.