“That” was a man in the same Santa suit I’d seen him wearing upstairs. His eyes, how they twinkled as they continued not to blink. His cheeks were like roses (or rather the blood drying upon his cheeks was) and his nose was like a cherry . . . a large, crushed black cherry. A twist of his head — more specifically the odd angle at which it lay against his shoulders — soon gave me to know St. nick had nothing to dread. Not this Christmas Eve, not the next. He was as dead as the toy department of Macy’s on Christmas morning. (pg. 181, “The Long Winter’s Nap” by Rupert Holmes in Christmas at the Mysterious Bookshop edited by Otto Penzler)
I’m really enjoying this collection so far.
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