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“There’s something kind of magical about being in Santa’s Grotto alone. It’s like I’m actually in the North Pole, working alongside all the elves in the workshop.”

Lara brushed a tear away. “But we might not win.”
“We’ve already won—even if we don’t get the money. You’ve given us our Christmas spirit back.”

She tried to clear her mind and think about all the things she loved about Christmas. The decorations, the food, the festivities—the aroma of her Christmas cookies. The music and the movies. The wrapping of gifts. The excitement on the faces of kids. The contentment on the faces of those in the home with her grandmother, along with the usual sparkles in their eyes. The kindness of others. That feeling of coming together.

“Snow angels,” they said in unison. Her eyes widened in surprise, and so did his. “What? You did that, too?” She held out her hands.
“Didn’t everyone? You can’t build a snowman and not finish with a snow angel. Every Christmas holiday I spent with my parents and grandma here, that was always the next step.”

“And isn’t that jacket over a thousand bucks?”
“I have no idea,” Ben said truthfully.
“But, at the end of the day, it’s just a jacket.”

Ben hadn’t known he’d looked at Lara like that. He hadn’t known that she’d looked at him like that. It took his breath away and he gulped.

His breath formed smoky clouds in front of him in the icy air and the temperature nipped at his skin as his feet crunched on the ground beneath him.

Keeping a smile in place, staying calm, not showing any negative emotions, and turning any negative into a positive message.

Darn him. She hated the way he was looking at her right now. As if he actually meant to tease and torment her. A guy should be locked up for looking at a girl like that.