I've had a truly terrible joke to work into a Sherlock story for months now, and at last it is being unleashed upon the world. Don't say I didn't warn you - which, incidentally, is more than I did for the lovely and forgiving oxoniensis, who did a thoughtful and enthusiastic beta on this story. 4500 words of gen, Sherlock and John at Christmas. Set after the hiatus (my take on the hiatus is "Tear Up Your List").
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As always, I'd love to hear what you think.