Renny Cavalon certainly was nestled all snug in her bed just a short time ago.

Then she opened her eyes, took one look, and screamed.

No wonder.

That hideous rubber mask—now safely tucked into the glove compartment—would scare anyone to death, looming over them in the dead of night.

Night…

Night…

Twas the Night Before Christmas…

It wasn’t a nursery rhyme after all; it was a storybook, one Mother loved to read aloud, years ago, in the soft glow of Christmas tree lights.

Is Elsa Cavalon planning to read it to Renny when the holidays roll around?

Come December, Renny will be long gone…