Last year I had this idea for a short story. Sort of an alternative interpretation on the whole Santa Claus myth.
What if, instead of a jolly fat guy who comes down your chimney and leaves presents, it was a nasty character who broke and entered? A whole village scared of this one night of the year where this character would enter their homes, steal their biscuits and milk, dismember people etc. Stockings on the mantel would be designed to confuse him (had he already dismembered people?). A tree with bright lights on it would dazzle him and eventually make him go away.
The following morning there'd be celebrations. Those who were still alive were still alive!
Anyway, never happened. Feel free to steal the idea.
Oh - and this is my 150th blog post.