When I say Christmas
I mean an exciting crime scene.
Four serial suicides and now a note, now THAT'S Christmas,
Not this silly commercial holiday.
But John seems to like it,
So I go along with it for him.
I found him a nice present,
A cream-colored jumper
With an interlocking "WSSH" and "JHW" on the front
I hope he likes it.
It's Christmas Eve.
John has immediately put on the jumper.
He really seems to love it
And I'm really happy about that
But it doesn't change -
John's present for me is a text from Lestrade.
It's a massive murder mystery and possibly Moriarty.
I'm so happy I could kiss him.
(And indeed, Sherlock did kiss him before they caught a cab to the scene. They also had a make-out session in the back and paid the driver extra for ignoring it. The culprit turned out to not be Moriarty but was still a perfect Christmas gift for Sherlock.)