"Yes, Sherlock, I'll tell them I willingly continue to live with a man who has been known to slip hallucinogens into my coffee," John muttered.

"Susan," he called, as they stepped into the living room. "If you'd hand me the package in green, you'll find the red one under it is for you--" he'd hardly finished his sentence before the package zoomed to his hands, brought by a child-sized blur.

"Happy Christmas," he said, handing the package to Sherlock.