For decades, an English family of modest means wrestled with the same perennial Christmas conundrum: Aunt Florrie. Year after year, she burst into their festivities at the break of dawn, her presence a torrent of chatter that never ceased. With an insatiable appetite, she devoured their holiday meals and savored every Christmas delicacy, leaving little but crumbs in her wake. Three generations endured her festive reign of terror, weathering the joyless storm she brought with her.

Then, as fate would have it, Aunt Florrie passed away, and with her departure, the family looked forward to serene, joyous Christmases at last. Yet, the specter of Aunt Florrie couldn't be so easily banished. Two years to the day of her passing, a letter arrives—bearing her unmistakable scrawl. She announces her impending arrival for Christmas, as if time had stood still. With a fresh postmark, the letter sparks intrigue. The family patriarch, familiar with the local constabulary, calls in a favor to investigate. The verdict? "It's no forgery." Could it be, as younger sibling Stan whimsically wonders, that Aunt Florrie might return as a vampire or one of the undead?