Advent Drabble 6 - Snowfall (requested by azriona)

It had snowed the previous Christmas, transforming Baker Street into a wonderland. Sherlock had played violin and fairy lights had twinkled in their windows. There were drinks to be shared, hugs to be forced onto Sherlock, good cheer to be stubbornly passed around. Sherlock had pretended to hate it and had really transparently adored it and John, who was responsible for it anyway; Mrs. Hudson had never known Sherlock to celebrate Christmas so festively before.

It didn’t snow the next Christmas. The street stayed dingy and unremarkable. When Mrs. Hudson got home to Baker Street, every window was completely dark.