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Even as a child, when Mummy would host parties and have dozens of adults over he never had anyone to celebrate with.
Mycroft, so much older than him, was already too old to make it special by the time Sherlock got old enough to realize he was supposed to find Christmas an amazing and wonderful thing instead of being forced to stay in his room until he fell asleep instead of being allowed to be downstairs where he wasn't as well trained as Mycroft and couldn't be trusted not to embarrass his parents.
When he was older, at Uni, he had no friends to invite him home with them or to stay out all night with.
As a junkie he hadn't cared about Christmas except that it made it harder to find his regular dealers.
Then Lestrade had stumbled across him at one of his murder scenes and Sherlock had gotten clean. There were a few people he came to expect to have to exchange seasons greetings with but even they always had plans that didn't include him.
Oh, Mycroft extended an invitation to whatever posh party he'd been invited to that year but Sherlock suspected that it was yet one more attempt by Mycroft to not only gain affluence but also to trick Sherlock into a position to be knighted.
Generally, Sherlock had no one on this day of fellowship and joy and he didn't expect it to change just because he had met John. But right up until Christmas eve John makes no move to pack so much as an overnight bag in preperation for attending whatever festivies catch his fancy. It's not as though he hasn't gotten offers, in fact he's gotten dozens but Sherlock's heard him decline everyone, stating a previous engagement.
All day Sherlock waits. Waits to hear the sound of John getting ready. Waits to hear the front door slam as John goes out.
Waits to be alone again.
John doesn't get dressed in the morning. Instead he sits around in his pajamas and opens his presents before getting up and making breafast. He scowls and grumbles at Sherlock until Sherlock opens his own. (Pointless since he deduced what they were weeks ago.)
John gets dressed in the afternoon and goes downstairs but he doesn't leave, he just spends several hours in Mrs Hudson's flat. It is just after 5 pm that John comes up and insists that Sherlock join the two of them for dinner.
It's wonderful, but then, Mrs Hudson has always been a fantastic cook.
As the time nears eight o'clock John changes back into his pajamas, clearly not intending to go anywhere.
"Did your plans get cancelled?" Sherlock asked, feigning indifferance.
John looked at him strangely.
"No, they went off perfectly. Which is odd, since I was sure I was going to have to argue more with you about eating dinner." John went back to watching the Dr Who Christmas Special.
"But you didn't do anything at all today." Sherlock hated being confused.
John sighed and turned to face Sherlock.
"How long have we been in this relationship?" John asked.
"Six months and four days." Sherlock replied, wondering where John was going with this.
"So why would you think I would want to spend today with anyone but you? Even if Harry had invited me to share her celebrations I wouldn't have left you at home, regardless of what you and Harry might say to each other." John leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to Sherlock's cheek. "I love you."
Conversation quickly fell by the wayside.
Later, as he lay watching John sleep, Sherlock mused that it had been the best Christmas ever.
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