'Twas a month before Christmas, and all through the town,
Everyone was ready to celebrate, except my hot and grumpy new neighbor.

Christmas is my favorite time of year with the festive parties and holiday cheer. But having Connor Tyler move in next door is as much fun as searching for a burned-out bulb in a string of lights.
His rugged good looks and guitar can make anyone swoon. That doesn't change the fact that he slammed the door in my face when I welcomed him with a tray of homemade cookies.
But I won't let his bah-humbug attitude damper my holiday spirit. This year, more than ever, I need to deck the halls and revel in being jolly. As I ramp up my holiday cheer, Connor spends more and more time casting lingering glances toward my... mistletoe. When a blizzard hits, a gesture of hospitality leads to exchanging more than presents.
As Christmas draws nearer, I chip away at his icy facade only to discover a painful truth. There's an expiration date on his time next door.
And I'm certain I don't have enough boxes of tinsel to convince him to stay.