Being fired the day after I sign my divorce papers, I am so lacking the Christmas spirit.

My best guy friend has always been Santa for our town every year, and he begs me to be his Mrs. Claus.

Why not? Only this Santa isn’t overweight. I’ve never noticed just how hot he is, and the few stolen kisses to appease the kids turn into high heat when we’re all alone.

Not even learning he’s an alien might be enough to damper my renewed Christmas spirit.