I suppose it must be the writer in me, but I don't write horror or murder mysteries. Not my genre. However, as I was entertaining myself in the kitchen putting away food this morning, I began singing Jingle Bells. And when I got to the line "what fun it is to laugh and sing a sleighing song tonight" my mind did a flip and I laughed. Because it interjected "slaying" for "sleighing". And I thought, that would be a perfect beginning to a story about a Christmas murderer.
I worry about myself sometimes.
I worry about myself sometimes.