Our vacation was fun—right up until Sigyn and I stumbled upon a murder victim and I was nearly arrested for the crime. We are both somewhat traumatized. She is having a bit of a rest while I catch up on what has transpired while we were away.
The Yule decorations are still up.
A few cookies remain.
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! Not again!
This time I do know the victim, and I’m sure the body has been moved. This little gnome fellow is a regular resident upon the Yule tree. Such a cruel and senseless crime!
And I believe I know where to point the finger of blame…