Santa Killer: Mystery

The snow crunched beneath her boots as she ran through the alley. She cursed as she heard the silver bells jingle behind her. He was catching up. She threw a look over her shoulder and saw him. Sure enough, the man in the red suit with the flowing white beard was staggering after her. For a fat man, he sure ran well, especially given how much those black boots had to weigh. She guessed it was mostly padding around the belly, though. It wouldn't be like him to actually put on the weight to play the part. How, she wondered, had she gone from hunting for the replacement Santa killer, only to be running through an alley to escape him? If she weren't careful, she'd be mounted on a wall with a rack of Rudolph's antlers through her chest, just like the others. Bad enough that she had to wear a Santa's little helper elf costume; she didn't want to die in it.

Inspiration: 'Tis the season.
Story Potential: Ah, high, I guess. It could make a cute little mystery-type thing.
Notes: Planning on writing in the general humorous sort of style of Evanovitch.