The Daughter of Santa

Twas the night before Christmas, and all of Britain was white, and in this story, we shall focus on the hardworking parents.

The night was pretty, and the daughter of Santa;

Virginia O'Hanlon O'Claus, was with her uncle; Bishop Claus.

While her father- old St. Nick was busy delivering presents to children, Virginia would give to the parents.

She would fly, from house to house, on her slade pulled by a beautiful white Pegasus, but, per Mrs Claus' request, Virginia could not go alone, that was why her uncle was with her.

The daughter of Santa looked within each house, and saw the exhausted parents on either bed or floor.

Virginia took pity on them, so she gave them gifts, which she had made herself.

From candy, toys and even to advice, Virginia gave them all.

As she flew to the next house, Virginia met flying Christkindl.

They chatted and giggled, both with their child-like joy.

Little Jesus now flew away, bringing joy to all.

At Baker Street Villa.

Irene and Holmes had just made some chocolate-milk for their sons, and the guests to come.

The Christmas Tree was all decorated, and both Roger and Ben were hoping for a telescope as a present- which Bell had already brought.

A knock at the door could be heard, and in walked Holmes' two old friends; Victor Trevor and Reginald Musgrave.

A second knock could be heard, and in walked Watson- with his child and wife.

A third knock could be heard, and in walked young Moriarty.

All now sat around, keeping each other warm and merry.

For it is truly the season, to give and enjoy, and I hereby wish all, a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.