Opening Lines

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Edith/Maddie: [Scrawled at the bottom of the Dear Santa note on the hearth] Thx fer the warm milk and rum, but yer gonna regret using nutmeg in them cookies. Always makes me want to run out and kill someon… [Writing trails off]

Liz: Shoulda remembered from college that Bacardi was never a good idea. Now I have a missing elf, a totaled sleigh, and no idea where the reindeer ran off to. And the Uber won’t take me to the North Pole, so I’m at the mercy of the cops!

Barb: Well, that explained the mess under the Christmas tree.

Sherry: The knife would be the most obvious weapon of choice. But never underestimate an elf costume and a boa with a piano wire hidden inside.

Julie: [Tired Mrs. Claus surveying the mess on the steps sighs then starts to hum.] It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Every year it’s the same. Winkie, make some coffee. Blinkie, go find him. He always pulls this diva act before the big ride.

Jessie: The work holiday party always ended the same way. Everyone drank too much, the decorations were yanked down and someone inevitably left their gift behind. This was the first year, however, that someone used a feather boa to strangle an elf.

Readers: Add your opening line.

21 Thoughts

  1. She pointed her toes, stretching. Boas and beads were a great look but the curved elf shoes were killer.

  2. In the little town of Hope, Santa was feeling less than hopeful. All he knows for a fact is one of the elves has disappeared, toys are missing and Christmas decorations haven’t been hung. It’s up to him and Mrs. Claus to find the clues that leads them to some answers before it’s too late because Christmas is less than a week away.
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  3. It was a trick question. The police were showing me a picture of the doorstep after the party but leaving out the fact that there was a body just below what was in the picture. I knew that but I wasn’t going to let on that I did. Or had someone moved it already?

  4. The elf was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Santa signed it: and Santa’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. The old elf was as dead as a door-nail.

  5. As the patrol car pulled up they noticed all the front doors were open on this block and trails of very tiny foot prints were seen going from yard to yard.

  6. It might have been an accident. But the boa was a dead giveaway that things were not as they first appeared.

  7. Little known fact, there is a corporate ladder, even at the North Pole and while few wanted to be Santa’s right hand elf, the Reindeer handlers were envied. The snow leading to the second floor barn office was littered with objects and what looked to be cranberry sauce. Turns out it was blood and Larry, the head stable elf was missing. Reindeer games run amok.

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