In my head Christmas has already arrived. Though I know it is only mid-October, if you listen very carefully I swear you can already hear the jingle of Rudolph’s bells.

Luckily the season of complete and utter panic is not quite with us so I do believe that now is the most wonderful time of the year to concentrate on all the totally unnecessary frivolities of Christmas: the forging of teeny little rituals, the gathering of little puttery treats on Pinterest, and (oh bliss!) the hunt for and purchase of this years festive books…

To my delight, while shuffling around one of my trips around Amazon I discovered this little gem: a (big!) book of cosy Christmas mysteries. A little piece of heaven to me, a latecomer to the world of literary mysteries, and a book, as big as this one, six forty pages long, seems just the thing to settle my nerves after the hurly burly of December days.

With stories from everyone from Mary Higgins Clark to Agatha Christie, and tales new and old, there is bound to be something to send a shiver through my timbers as I sip a glass of mulled wine, so do forgive me when I say roll on Christmas, won’t you?