It was Christmas Day and Sherlock let out one of his rare giggles.
‘It’s a jumper.’
‘Yes. You like jumpers, John.’
‘It has a kitten on it.’
It was three years later. Christmas day.
John sat alone in his little beige box of a flat, watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, and remembering.
He wore a jumper with a kitten on it.
‘Merry Christmas, Sherlock.’