What happened to that poor little girl? I feel so bad for every version of the Little Match Girl!

I started giggling. Watson, you sly devil. Though I don't think you'll be able to scold Holmes next time he becomes theatrical...

Another year on Baker Street. Sounds perfect.

Mmm, nice.

Oh, it sounds it alright!

He may have just chosen one, but I think he is more fond of that one than Watson is of any of the rest of the Yard.

Even when he lived among millions, he wasn't exactly sociable.

On their own street? This definitely requires investigation.

Yeah, I don't think carolers are going to come if there are explosions.

Of course Holmes wouldn't have an Christmas spirit! What were you thinking, Watson?

That's sweet.

Fluffy and well written! Hooray!

A very happy new year to you too! So delighted to have you part of the writing festivities. Have enjoyed as well. Cheers to Holmes and mysteries. Many more stories to adorn the coming year. Let's not let the writing stop.

"Something about my fondness for Hopkins and how I do in fact have a heart."
"Close enough," Watson shrugged.
"Clearly I have a heart, I'm breathing."
"You're an automaton with a heart, then," Watson teased. "It's not a bad thing, old boy, to be fond of people."
"If it were, you'd be in trouble more than me," Holmes said

Lovely piece. Some great bits!

Ah, yes, indeed. Mrs Hudson is a hard working lady. Nicely laid out here.

Almost makes me want to hunt up some friend fish now. Excellent little tidbit.