Prose This is lovely. The Eighth Doctor is lodging at a farm offering assistance to its recently widowed inhabitant, Connie, who's become an outcast to the superstitious villagers who live nearby. As deaths begin to mount up, he finds himself drawn to investigating the cause. Having recently experienced my first Christmas after a bereavement, I can appreciate Connie's loss although unlike her, we wanted to keep up some of the traditions which were most important to us, especially decorations, tree and presents. The story is mostly from her point of view, although that also means it resolves itself off page with the Doctor providing a lengthy explanation as to what's happened which is a bit anti-dramatic.
Placement: It's an example of those stories which slowly reveal when in this Doctor's life we're greeting him revealed when he talks about having lost his memory and travelling to make new ones. There's no mention of the TARDIS or his companions, so we have to conclude it's a rare visit to the Earth arc, perhaps not long after The Burning?
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