There’s no place like home for the holidays…
Especially if you hate them and want to pretend they don’t exist.
When the older man moves in next door with his two loud children and irritating pets, I ignore them. I don’t want my life to change.
Except it does. Between him and his kids, someone’s always knocking on my door needing something.
Or wanting to share delicious baked goods or a meal. I don’t need nice neighbors. I don’t want people in my space—especially ones with small, dirty fingers and a million questions.
But there’s something about his smile. The twinkle in his eyes and his merry laugh when it comes to all things festive…
He’s making me wish and dream and hope for holiday magic and mistletoe kisses. He’s making me believe in family.
