Logan and I are stranded in a snowstorm. But this hot Santa knows how to warm me up.
I'm participating in a charity drive this Christmas. And
the organization assigns me a super handsome partner. He wears a flannel shirt, cowboy boots, and a Santa hat. As
he's driving the truck that's pulling our sleigh. We'll deliver gifts to children in need up in the mountains. Along the way, I find out he's a single parent, like me. But
I tell myself to keep my hands off him. I don't need any more drama. I've made enough bad decisions to last a lifetime. Until we get stuck in treacherous snow. A
pastor, assuming we're married, lets us literally shack up together. In his small backyard shed. With only a small fire to huddle around and get warm. My
clothes are wet. So Logan says I have no choice but to take them off. And
to let him do whatever is necessary to heat me up.
It's only one night in front of the yuletide fire, right? Or will this Santa keep my holiday spirit up all year long?
