Voices drifted in through the window I had opened to clear the smoke my friend was producing out of his pipe.

"Silent Night, Holy Night,

All is calm, All is bright,

Round yon virgin, mother and child,

Holy infant, so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace."

I sighed. Christmas always managed to keep my mood from matching London's dreary weather. Holmes, on the other hand…

"Watson, will you close that window? I can't stand that blasted singing!" My friend exclaimed.

"There's nothing wrong with Christmas Carols, Holmes," I said patiently; we had had this conversation multiple times in the past half hour alone.

"The first Noel the angel did say

Was to certain poor shepards in fields as they lay:

In fields where they lay a keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night that was so deep.

Noel Noel Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and saw a star

Shining in the east beyond them far:

And to the earth it gave great light

And so it continued both day and night.

Noel Noel Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel.

And by the light of that same star

Three wise men came from the country far;

To seek for a King was their intent,

And to follow the star wherever it went.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,

Born is the King of Israel.

This star drew nigh to the north-west;

O'er Bethlehem it took it's rest,

And there it did both stop and stay,

Right over the place where Jesus lay.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,

Born is the King of Israel.

Then entered in those wise men three,

Fell reverently upon their knee,

And offered there in his presence

Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,

Born is the kind of Israel.

Then let us all with one accord

Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,

That hath made heaven and earth of nought,

And with his blood mankind has bought.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,

Born is the King of Israel."

"Watson. That singing is grating on my nerves."
"But I like it."

"Close the window Watson."

"Fine," I huffed. "You stay here. I'll go outside and listen to it."

"But Watson-"

I grabbed my coat and went outside.

"O Holy Night

The stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our Savior's birth

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

'Til He appeared and the soul felt

Its worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and

Glorious morn.

Fall on your knees O hear the

Angels voices.

O night divine O night when Christ as born

O night divine O night divine

O night divine."

I relaxed in the cool winter air, letting the spirit of the holiday sweep over me.

"God rest ye merry, gentlemen,

Let nothing you dismay,

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day;

To save us all from Satan's power

When we were gone astray.

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy!

From God our heavenly Father

A blessed angel came;

And unto certain shepherds

Brought tiding of the same;

How that in Bethlehem was born

The Son of God by name.

"Fear not, then," said the angel,

"Let nothing you affright;

This day is born a Savior

Of a pure virgin bright,

To free all those who trust in him

From Satan's power and might."

Now to the Lord sing praises,

All you within this place,

And with true love and brotherhood

Each other now embrace;

This holy tide of Christmas

Doth bring redeeming grace"

When I returned, as I made to light the fire I heard Holmes playing "O Little Town of Bethlehem" on his violin. I smiled, knowing this was his own small way of admitting that maybe, I had been right, and there was nothing wrong with Christmas Carols.

A/N- Total fluff, my first big fluff piece. Should I stick to angst, or write more fluff?