Apparently all that was needed to make me feel Christmassy was A Heavy Metal Christmas by Christopher Lee. Never has ‘pa-ru-pa-pum-pum’ sounded so foreboding.
You know how some authors helpfully provide ‘this is what I was listening to while I wrote this book’ playlists? This is why I never do that. (As opposed to ‘here, be encouraged to buy my book by reading an extra sex scene available online’, which I never do either even though it seems to work very well for other authors – the reason behind that is because I am fundamentally lazy and bad at writing sex scenes).