It’s a good job that I love everything about Christmas as writing festive mysteries means I’m thinking about mince pies, stockings and mint-crisp air all year round. As everyone takes down their decorations in January, I’m still listening to carols and holding onto Noddy Holder; when Easter comes I’m wrapping up a festive plot; and in the heat of summer, I cool myself down by thinking up next year’s snowy murders. Adoring this time of year helps infuse my writing with loving descriptions of
