so for some reason I’m in a quite christmassy mood. might be because it’s cold.

anyway. I imagined Christmas coming up and Sherlock is having one of his sulks or is completely engrossed in his own brain or something of the like. And he’s on the couch or armchair, completely unresponsive and doesn’t acknowledge John in any way. So John is just all “Fine, if he insists on behaving like he’s part of the furniture, I’ll treat him like part of the furniture. And furniture needs to be decorated for Christmas”

cue fairy lights and tinsel.