The Scrooge of the Mountain

He’s big and grumpy. A real scrooge of a mountain man.
And now I’m stuck with him for Christmas.

As a perpetually single Christmasholic, I have a complicated relationship with my favorite holiday. I love spreading joy, but I hate having my relationship status shoved in my face.

This year will be different. This year, a matchmaker set me up with someone who loves Christmas as much as I do. And for the first time, I’ll be spending Christmas in a cabin high up in the mountains and wearing matching fleece pajamas with a person… and not my dog.

But the night before we’re set to arrive, he catches salmonella from his homemade eggnog. Rookie mistake. I won’t let it dampen my holiday cheer, though.

I’m going to the cabin. I’m going to all the festive activities I planned for us. I’m going to drink my weight in hot chocolate. And if Christmas miracles are real, I’ll find the man of my dreams hanging around this small town’s Christmas tree farm.

But Santa has other plans… My empty cabin isn’t empty. There’s a grumpy man the size of a mountain inside.

Nick might be ruggedly handsome, have muscles galore, and make me light up like a Christmas tree with a single look, but he has one irredeemable character flaw.

He. Hates. Christmas.

He better watch out: Christmas cheer is contagious and I’m spreading it all over our shared cabin.

But he’s not the only one: There’s only one bed. And that mistletoe I packed is now hanging over my head…