`Tis the season to beat my fierce new competitor. `Tis NOT the season to fall in love with him.
After letting my heart run wild in the wrong direction last year, I moved home to help revive my family’s struggling train business.
Everything would’ve been fine if Harrison hadn’t rolled into town with his shiny stallion of a steam train and started using my train depot. Now, ticket sales for my Santa Express ride are plummeting.
Sure, he’s handsome and charming and his s...