A Very Superwholock Christmas

God Bless

As Sam pranced down the street, he met Mr. Jeeves and Mr. Howell, who had come in the previous day, asking for a donation. Sam smiled, realizing that he was going to be able to right his wrongs and walked over to them.

“My dear sir,” Sam exclaimed, shaking Mr. Jeeves’ hand. “How do you do? I hope you did well yesterday. It was a very good thing to do. A very good thing.”

“Mr. Winchester?” Mr. Howell whispered, surprised.

“Yes. That is my name. I fear it isn't pleasant to you. Allow me to ask your forgiveness. And yours, too, sir!” Sam exclaimed and laughed.

“Yes, sir,” Mr. Howell smiled, shocked to see Sam change so much.

“And will you have the goodness-“ Sam asked before whispering into Howell’s ear.

“Lord, bless me! My dear Mr. Winchester, are you quite serious?” he whispered, stupefied to say the least.

“If you please. Not a farthing less. A great many back-payments are included in it, I assure you. Will you do me that favor?” Sam implored as they both nodded earnestly.

“My dear sir, I don't know what to say to such generos-” Howell began as Sam shook his head.

“Don't say anything, please. Come and see me sometime! Will you come and see me, both of you?”

“We will! We will!” they both chanted before leaving, making Sam laugh.

“Thank'ee. I am much obliged to you. I thank you fifty times. Bless you both, and a Merry Christmas!” Sam called out as he walked along the road, spinning the cane in his hand.

 “Would you believe it if I told you, that Winchester went to church that day? He did. And walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children on the head as they passed, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of houses, and up to the windows, and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed that any walk, that anything at all, could give him so much happiness. In the afternoon, he turned his steps toward his nephew's house,” the booming voice explained overhead as Sam went to the door.

~~C~~

“Oh, John. It's beautiful! And it's too much. You shouldn't have spent so much!” the woman exclaimed, hugging John. John smiled and nodded, not realizing that he had bought her a necklace. He checked his wrist and grimaced.

“But I love you, my dear, and my wife shall have the best on Christmas Day,” John muttered as she grinned.

“Oh, John. I love you so...but not just for this!”

“I know, my dear! I know,” John mumbled, wondering when this was going to be over and he could go home, back to London. Then, there was a knock at the door. John jumped up to get it.

“Now who can that be?” she whispered, confused.

“I don't know. No one's expected at this hour,” John replied, equally confused. As he opened the door, he found a smiling Sam on the other side. John sighed, completely relieved.

“Hello, John!” Sam exclaimed as John’s wife gasped.

“Uncle Winchester!” John replied, reading off his wrist.

“The very same! It is I, your Uncle Winchester. I recall an invitation you made to me yesterday, to come and dine with you. If that invitation is still in force, I should like to accept,” Sam explained as John smiled before his wife came in.

“Why, I don't know what to say!” John replied as she stood next to him.

“Well, you could say bah-humbug-a retort I heartily repent of and shall never use again-or, you could say, Come in!” Sam smiled as John nodded.