by Judson Cade Pedigo

It’s that time of year again, but recently, I have become obsessed with scary Christmas movies. It’s become a tradition of mine to leave the holly in the box and deck the halls with boughs of horror. It wasn’t always this way. For years there was no way I would allow any frights near my Christmas lights. It probably started when I was younger, seeing the Silent Night Deadly Night series all lined up in a row on the video store shelves. Ax-wielding Santas? Decapitated nuns? Blood-soaked demonic toys? No thanks! It just all seemed so wrong. Christmas has always been special to me and there was no way I wanted to see the profound mixed with the profane. That is until I stumbled across a little movie called Christmas Evil.