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I draw a deep breath, savoring the morning as I head to the window and drink in the sight. White. Everywhere I see white, and it’s magical.

She arches a skeptical brow. “You don’t really have an ugly Christmas sweater collection, do you?” “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Maybe you need to tell me why you deserved coal in your stocking.” She scans the restaurant for spies, then cups her mouth and whispers, “I used to peek at my presents.”

And she likes Christmas. Man down. Man officially down.

“New York is a freaking winter wonderland already. How is this possible?” I ask. “I gave out Halloween candy last week, and now it’s jingle all the way.”