"Yes, at his home. It's rather nice, if a little sparse. He never paid much attention toward decorating it, but it's at least comfortable. That is a chief concern of my brother's after all," he says with a light smile. Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Watson's temple.

"And you can be sure, my darling, that we will not have much to fear there. Mycroft is very particular about who he hires to work in his house; his line of work is far too dangerous to risk a wayward maid. We may not be able to be as comfortable as we are here, but there is little need to thoroughly hide our regard."

The more Holmes thinks about it, the more eager he gets. A true, comfortable Christmas. He hides his smile in Watson's hair, kissing his temple again.