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darnedchild) wrote2021-07-03 07:27 am
darnedchild) wrote2021-07-03 07:27 am
Will the Real Santa Please Stand Up? - Fandom Christmas in July 2021
Summary: Fandom Christmas in July 2021 drabble: July 3 - prompt "Mall Santa"
Rating: G
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Will the Real Santa Please Stand Up?
3. Prompt – Mall Santa
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Gen, Family (John and Rosie)
Title – Will the Real Santa Please Stand Up?
“That’s not the real Santa,” Rosie whispered to her dad, careful to keep her voice low enough that the other children in line didn’t hear. They were waiting for their turn to have a picture taken with Saint Nicholas.
“What makes you say that?” John suspected that, somehow, Sherlock was involved.
“Bobby said Santa was going to be at his parents’ club today, and his Santa had to be the real Santa because they’re rich.”
Bobby sounded like a real piece of work in John’s opinion.
“But Aunt Molly said that Santa loves all children equally and wouldn’t play favourites.”
John smiled. “Aunt Molly is a wise woman.”
“Uncle Sherlock said the only logical conclusion was that the real Santa was at the North Pole, and all the others had to be elves sent to gather information and spy on us. Just like the British government.”
He was going to kill Sherlock. “I’m not sure ‘spy’ is the word I would use.”
“So, then I asked if that meant Uncle Mycroft was an elf. Uncle Sherlock said ‘obviously’, and Aunt Molly started giggling, and Uncle Sherlock’s phone rang, and I got sent downstairs to ask Grandma H for a biscuit.”
Rating: G
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Will the Real Santa Please Stand Up?
3. Prompt – Mall Santa
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Gen, Family (John and Rosie)
Title – Will the Real Santa Please Stand Up?
“That’s not the real Santa,” Rosie whispered to her dad, careful to keep her voice low enough that the other children in line didn’t hear. They were waiting for their turn to have a picture taken with Saint Nicholas.
“What makes you say that?” John suspected that, somehow, Sherlock was involved.
“Bobby said Santa was going to be at his parents’ club today, and his Santa had to be the real Santa because they’re rich.”
Bobby sounded like a real piece of work in John’s opinion.
“But Aunt Molly said that Santa loves all children equally and wouldn’t play favourites.”
John smiled. “Aunt Molly is a wise woman.”
“Uncle Sherlock said the only logical conclusion was that the real Santa was at the North Pole, and all the others had to be elves sent to gather information and spy on us. Just like the British government.”
He was going to kill Sherlock. “I’m not sure ‘spy’ is the word I would use.”
“So, then I asked if that meant Uncle Mycroft was an elf. Uncle Sherlock said ‘obviously’, and Aunt Molly started giggling, and Uncle Sherlock’s phone rang, and I got sent downstairs to ask Grandma H for a biscuit.”