The air in the flat was filled with a warm and festive atmosphere, the smell of the holidays permeating every corner.

Red, green, and gold decorations in the form of baubles, garlands, and ornaments adorned the walls and doors, giving the apartment a cozy and nostalgic feeling.

You were standing in the kitchen washing the dishes after the guests. Sherlock did deign to help you, and brought the last few plates, carefully placing them next to the sink.

"I don't understand the fun of inviting guests, Y/N," Sherlock said, stepping aside and leaning against the kitchen table, lighting a cigarette, "Only noise and a bunch of dirty dishes."