During your dinner, keep your eyes open for clues as you become the detective and help solve the mysterious crime. We offer guests the ultimate, memorable evening.

THE PLOT

Introducing the strange case of Santa’s ‘Claws’…

Christmas 1937. Mr Uffton Harlecombe had just left the December meeting of the Board of Governors at St David’s School. However, there was very little ‘Christmas cheer’ at the meeting this evening. In fact, as he pulled his thick coat tightly around him to shield him from the silently falling snow, he smiled to himself. He had left no one at that meeting in any doubt that crossing him was not a smart career move.

Still laughing to himself, he crossed the road and walked along the snow-covered side street back to his Bentley Sports motor car.

Everywhere was silent; a chill wind suddenly picked up, making him huddle in a doorway to light his cigar. Perhaps he may have seen the white-bearded face and the crimson costume for a fleeting second. Maybe he even saw the weapon—a wicked steel claw!

Uffton Harlecombe had misjudged tonight’s meeting. The information he had spilt to the assembled people had been taken far more to heart than he could ever have imagined.

One person would make this a Christmas everyone wants to forget. The spirit of Christmas may never die, but there are people here tonight who are going to do just that!!