Drunk dancing in your reindeer pajamas WILL summon your fated mates.
And possibly a judgmental llama.
My Christmas plan was simple: Get out of the city and away from my demanding alpha-hole boss, and spend some time bonding with my family in the grand cabin in the cozy little town of Snowflake Valley.
I’d spent weeks planning, packing, and preparing to capture every picture-perfect moment. The reality? Everyone got sick on a cruise from hell.
I’m alone, drunk, and having a one-woman dance party that includes interpretive twerking to “White Christmas.” I awaken the next morning only to find that I drunkenly invited perfect strangers to stay with me during the holidays.
Merry Christmas to me.
