Silent Night

John is sitting in front of the fire, news paper in hand and jumper sporting the traditional red, white and green of the christmas season. He sips his cup of tea as he ponders over the headlines.

Rosie is fast asleep back in Johns bedroom. Tucked in tight and warm under the thick blankets.

Mrs.Hudson is just down the stairs, finished for the day. She shuffles back into her stitting room, humming along to the music emminating from the flat above.

And Sherlock, well he is where he so often finds himself in the winter time. At the window. Sliding the bow across the strings of his violin with the care of a man who has played this particular song a million times.

Silent night.

Holy night.

All is calm.

All is bright.

" I think. This will be the first Christmas in four years without Mary."

Sherlock drew the bow across the strings in a final screech and quickly relaxed his shoulders. Looking over his shoulder at John his face fell. His friend held the paper limp in his hands and he stared blankly into its folds.

" She was there when you were gone. Mary, god. She would decorate everything. From the door, in every hall and bathroom, to the sitting room. There were lights everywhere. Fake snowflakes and crystal ornaments. One year, she covered the entire place in peacock feathers. That woman should have never been allowed on Pinterest."

He chuckled to himself and smiled. Folding up the news paper, he stood and dusted his legs off from the snack he had consumed earlier. He stretched his arms out and began to shuffle down the hall.

"John."

"Hmm?"

He turned to Sherlock who still stood at the window, violin in hand with pain behind his eyes.

" Yeah, what?"

"Are you okay?"

" I'm fine."

" You're limping."

" My foot probably just fell asleep. I'm fine really. Good night Sherlock."

He watched as John continued down the hall and shut the door to his room quietly behind him. Breathing deeply Sherlock placed the instrament next to the music stand and tightened his dressing gown. He made his way to the fire place and stared into the flames for what seemed like the longest time.

Winter has arrived. The night is quiet as the streets bellow are dusted in the first snow of the month. The light from the fireplace casts an almost holy glow about the flat. Everything it touches makes the shadows dance. The season of crime itself has been fairly calm. No major cases. Scotland yard for the most part have been holding down the fort, preventing crimes before they occur.

A silent time indeed.

"Ah"

A smile crept up his face as he slowly turned from the fire place to his chair where his phone sat out, lit up with a text. He swiped to the right and his smile broadened slightly.

I'm bored. Lets have dinner.

Time? SH

Now.

Before another text could be sent there was a slight rapping at the door. Sherlock turned and shoved his phone into his dressing gown.

" A moment to make myself decent would have been appreciated."

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With December finally here, I decided to go full steam ahead into the Christmas/winter theme. I hope you enjoyed and have a blessed night.

-M

(Picture of the door taken by me, background picture is not mine.)