A/N: Just a little Christmas something for Cockapoo, sorry it's a bit short/late but I hope you enjoy it! The title is adapted from the song 'Mistletoe and Holly' :)

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Mistletoe & Gingerbread

"They're just candles, Sherlock," Molly commented absently.

Sherlock continued to eye the candles suspiciously, "They're a fire hazard," he said flatly.

"Of course they are," she agreed pleasantly as she continued cutting out gingerbread men.

"I don't know why you insist on having them burning," he added, "especially when there's a danger of you knocking them over."

Molly hid a smile, "I'm touched, normally you'd just say that you think I'm clumsy," she teased.

Sherlock tore his eyes from the offending candles long enough to give her an appraising look, "Well, it is the season of peace and goodwill," he said lightly, turning back to the candles.

Molly giggled, "I'm so glad you're getting into the Christmas spirit," she said as she started to put the gingerbread men onto the baking tray.

"I'm still not wearing those antlers," he said after a moment.

Molly looked up from her task in confusion, "Who said anything about the antlers?"

Sherlock turned to face her, "It was implied in your comment about my getting into the Christmas spirit."

"No it wasn't."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he regarded her and Molly rolled her eyes, "I think you're paranoid," she told him, "anyway, they're just antlers," she added with a small shrug.

"They're offensive."

Molly bit back a laugh at his petulant expression, "If you say so."

"There are limits to my Christmas spirit, Molly," he informed her seriously.

Molly shook her head with a smile as she turned back to the gingerbread men, "You amaze me," she said drily.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her tone as he watched her in silence for a few moments. "I'm wearing the jumper, isn't that enough?" he asked finally, indicating the dark blue knitted jumper dotted with snowflakes that he was wearing.

"Sherlock, it's fine," she assured him, "it was a joke, that's all."

Sherlock looked unconvinced, "You're wearing antlers," he observed.

Molly looked up at him in exasperation, "Sherlock, it's fine, really," she insisted. "You don't have to wear antlers, you don't have to wear the jumper, in fact, you don't have to have anything to do with Christmas," she told him.

Sherlock looked doubtful, "It's obviously making you uncomfortable," she continued in a more subdued tone, "so if you'd rather we didn't celebrate Christmas, it's fine."

Sherlock regarded her in silence for a long moment, "But you love Christmas."

Molly shrugged a shoulder, "Not as much as I love you."

Sherlock set his mouth in a firm line, "Then we will celebrate Christmas," he said decisively, "any way you wish."

Molly blinked, "What?"

"The last thing I want to do is ruin another Christmas for you, Molly," he told her seriously.

Molly wasn't quite sure how to respond to that and stared at him in mute surprise and gratitude.

"Besides, there are some Christmas traditions I'd like to take advantage of," he continued, feigning nonchalance, "mistletoe for example," he added with a smirk, holding up a sprig and effectively breaking the moment.

Molly laughed and hit him playfully on the arm, "You are incorrigible."

Sherlock shrugged a shoulder, unconcerned, as he pulled her in for a kiss.