I know you are all just dying to know what John got Sherlock. Don't worry, it's coming, it's coming.
Excitement
Sherlock eyed John over his cup of tea with some worry. John's face was flushed and his eyes had a glimmer of desperation in them, which was unusual for his level-headed friend. Sherlock felt the urge to go over and ease the worry from John's brows.
His mother suggested that they open presents while his father was making breakfast; his father always took command of the kitchen on Christmas morning. "Sherlock, come join us," she said, touching his back gently as she passed.
Sherlock nodded and followed her. He chuckled at his mother's barely-contained excitement, pleased with how some things never changed.
Prompt was from Javien Deluke, and it was: urge