Blame It On The Reindeer
What’s worse than a man who hates Christmas?
A Christmas-hating man who won’t let me borrow his reindeer.
Living in a Christmas-obsessed town while being a self proclaimed Christmas enthusiast means that I take my role as coordinator for the Frosty Fest very seriously. Everything has to be perfect, and I bust my butt to make sure it is.
Everything was going to plan until Mr. Truman died and left his grouchy grandson in charge of the reindeer. Not only is he the epitome of a grinch, he’s unwilling to even hear me out when I try to explain why this is so important to our town.
But desperate times call for desperate measures, and if Brody Truman thinks that a catastrophic blizzard or getting stuck to his fence post will stop me, he’s got another thing coming.
I’ll get those reindeer, one way or another. Even if I have to put everything on the line and make the man who hates Christmas find some holiday joy in that icy heart of his.
But the clock is ticking, and I have less than two weeks to change his mind and save Frosty Fest.
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