{John's pov.}

''Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat, it was all quiet if you can believe that. Sherlock was asleep all snug in his bed, or that's what I thought, up in my head. When up on the roof there arose such a clatter I arose from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw open the sash. The moon on the waves of fresh fallen snow, gave the whole scene an unearthly glow.

When what to my unbelieving eyes should appear, Sherlock tangled up in lights, oh dear. With his tongue that was usually so lively and quick, he slowly exclaimed, "Our roof is so slick.".

I knew at that moment, Sherlock might slip! More rapid than eagles, I flew down the stairs. Sherlock not Rosie gave me these grey hairs.

As I got outside to Sherlock I came, and yelled, " Whatever you do don't let go of that drain!" As Sherlock hung there all alone, I took a picture with my phone. Then ran to get a ladder. "John you're taking forever, what is the matter?!"

I chuckled as I helped him down from the roof. 'Santa,' ( I thought,) I've been so good this year here is my proof.

And that is the story behind our Christmas card. (Sherlock is now safely down in the yard.)

And now to you all, I'll exclaim as Sherlock heads out of sight.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"