A/N: Caught up finally, yes! Now I just need to stay that way. Keep tuning in!
25 Days of Christmas
Chapter 6
6 December, 2013
"It needs to snow," John huffed after about fifteen minutes of wandering the city streets of London. "It's not Christmas without snow."
Sherlock refrained from rolling his eyes. "The lights aren't enough any more?" he asked, voice somewhat contemptuous.
John shrugged. "They're not as nice. I love it when they sparkle against the snow, and the bite in the air, and the white, and the rosy cheeks. The snow makes everything seem cosier, because it's so cold, and the lights from inside the flats and the shops seem so much warmer..."
Sherlock simply nodded, trying to see things from John's point of view. It was a little hard, however, seeing as it was nearly 6 degrees.
"Let's go in here," John suddenly said, pulling Sherlock by his coatsleeve into a nearby shop. Sherlock allowed it.
"That was unnecessary," Sherlock remarked, dropping his load of bags in the middle of the flat. "And excessive," he added, appreciating the 'thunk' they made.
"Be careful!" John scolded, setting his bags down more carefully. "You'll break them!"
"Bu-" tried Sherlock.
"You were the one who insisted on glass," John reminded him.
The detective closed his mouth. He had in fact insisted on glass ornaments. But who wouldn't? The plastic ones were just so... not nice. And if he was going to be forced into having a tree in his flat, he was at least going to have a nice looking tree in his flat.
When John pulled out a length of tinsel, however, he started to have second thoughts.
"Looking good so far," John remarked. The two were admiring the white lights on the tree from a few feet away. "I still wish you would have let me get coloured ones, though."
Sherlock grinned. "There was no way in hell." John smiled back.
They dug back into their bags of decorations.
"Tinsel or ornaments first?" John asked.
"Ornaments."
A pause.
Sherlock looked up. "What?"
John was staring at a box in concentration. "We have to string them ourselves."
"Oh."
"Yeah." John frowned.
Another pause.
"Shall we finish tomorrow?" Sherlock asked.
"Please."