Chapter 44

I’m so in love with this funny little man that when Santa Claus starts singing about Coming to Town, I get swept right up in the spirit. I buy Ben a handsome sweater, two books that I know he wants, and the after-shave lotion that goes with his cologne—which I think I should get a discount on since the only way they can charge seventy-five dollars for it instead of twenty-five is because they call it après-rasage, and for Ben, French words aren’t fancy, they’re just regular, but the fragrance maven at Macy’s sticks to his guns. Then I drag Ben off to the lot behind the Target to pick out a tree so I can have something to put it all under. We put up lights and Ben makes eggnog and the whole house smells like cinnamon and I forget there was ever such a thing as the Curse of the Christmas Boyfriend.