The Plight Before Christmas by Kate Stewart
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The Plight Before Christmas

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From the international best-selling author of Drive and The Ravenhood Trilogy comes a heartwarming holiday romance with all of the feels.

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Clark Griswold was onto something, at least with his annual holiday meltdown. And since the last three weeks of my life have been riddled with humbug—another breakup, a broken toe, an office promotion I deserved and didn’t get—I’m not at all in the mood to celebrate nor have the happ, happ, happiest Christmas EVER.

When Mom insisted that we all gather at my Grandparent’s ancient cabin for an old school family Christmas, I fully intended to get into the holiday spirit with the help of the three wise men, Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels, and Jim Beam. But those boys did absolutely nothing to offset the shock or temper the sting of seeing my EX on our doorstep the first day of our holiday soiree.

Apparently, Santa missed the memo, and this elf is pissed.

Stuck for a week with the man who obliterated my heart nearly two decades ago, I did the only thing I could do and put on my game face, thankful for the home advantage.

I knew better than to drink that last cup of eggnog.

I knew better than to get tongue tangled beneath the mistletoe with the only man to ever break my heart.

I knew better than to sleep with Satan’s wingman on the eve of the Lord’s birthday.

I could blame the nog. I could blame the deceitful light blue eyes, thick, angelic hair, and panty evaporating smirk…but mostly, I blame Eli because he always knew exactly which of my buttons to push.

I foolishly thought a family Christmas filled with nostalgia was going to turn my inner Scrooge around, but this year’s festivities went up in flames. Leave it to the ghost of my Christmas past to be the one to light the match.

Fa la la la la, la FML.

The Plight Before Christmas is a full length, second chance, Christmas themed romance and most definitely on SANTA'S NAUGHTY LIST!

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372 pages

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December 15, 2021

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"The comedy is impeccable. The story is full and so very gratifying. The slow burn chemistry, the longing and the emotions hit me in waves. I LOVE the way it was written. I tip my hat to the author; this is truly a one-of-a-kind story that I know I'll never forget and I'll reread." - Sarah, Book Obsession Confessions

"Yo. I'm about to sing Kate Stewart's praises to the high heavens right now. This book was everything. Whitney is such a great character. Her whole family is incredible as they come together. Yes, there are ABSOLUTELY laughs. I died a few times, doubled over, my stomach hurt. And Eli... man... can Kate Stewart write men. But this book wasn't just a holiday romance, it was more. It's easily one of the most romantically heartbreaking and beautiful things I've read." - Romancing the Reader

" This quickly hit my Top Reads of 2021. A story so well-written that nailed down the issues we all face with marriage and kids. I cried, I laughed, and I was overwhelmed with happiness. This story delivered in a big way, and I loved it. Holiday Cheer in spades! So glad I read it even though I don't usually pick up holiday romance. " - Keri Loves Books

"Welcome to Christmas in Kate Stewart style! The Plight Before Christmas is something entirely different from what you expect from a holiday romance, yet it is perfect for a festive mood! It was so incredibly emotional, and I found myself on verge of tears many times. It was sweetly angsty and overall, an epic holiday romance with mind-blowing writing." - PP's Bookshelf

" A traditional family Christmas story that threw out all the feels, all the giggles, all those swoony moments which Kate Stewart is well known for. A story I never wanted to end. A story I loved wholeheartedly." - KAT, Kitty Kats Crazy About Books

" The ideal Christmas-themed read especially for someone like me that rarely clicks with Christmas-themed romances. Kate Stewart got me with The Ravenhood series but sealed the deal with this romantic dramedy. It's sweet, wholesome, and spicy—oh boy is it deliciously spicy. A slow-burn in-depth second chance romance at its finest. " - thebookconfessions

" By the second chapter, I was rolling with laughter! This was one of the best Christmas-centered books I have read. This book had me laughing, tearing up, back to laughing, and towards the end full-on crying. This was just the book I needed, and I didn't even know it. Absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE this book!" - Jenn, Goodreads Reviewer

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Chapter One

Whitney

Fa la la la la, la FUCK MY LIFE.

“Congratulations, Stuart,” I grit out, tapping my jingle-bell-covered plastic wine glass against his.

“That sounded really sincere,” amusement drips from his timbre as he shoots me a sideways glance, “but thanks, Whitney.” Side by side, we scan the escalating spectacle of our overindulging co-workers. Internally, I begin to place bets on those most likely to do some shame walking in the morning. My lips lift when my eyes land on Sophie, who appears to be in the midst of an intimate conversation with Jonathan, a man she’s pined for since he joined the firm a year and a half ago. They’re tucked into a corner, their posture suggestive—his more than hers—and though I can tell she’s trying to keep her cool, she’s glowing, her expression a mix of elation, shock, and desire. Despite the slight lift of my lips and my inner ‘you go girl’ chant, I can’t help but address the animosity for the man standing next to me, which takes precedence as my blood continues to simmer. Taking a sip of my wine, I let it rest on my tongue a full ten seconds in an effort to stop myself while the high road is still within reach. It’s the hard swallow of more than the wine that has me exiting to basic bitch street.

“We both know I deserved it. I worked the overtime. I landed the biggest account and ran the most successful campaign of the year.”

“There’s no I in team, Collins,” he smirks into his cup.

“Ah, but there is one in ass-kisser.”

“Whitney, Stuart, are you two playing nice?” Our boss, Rich, saunters up to us, looking every bit the business Santa with his snow-white hair, prominent bulging belly hanging over his suit slacks, and beet red cheeks due to his holiday party indulgence. Forcing a smile, I flash all of my teeth as if Rich didn’t drive an axe through my future when he announced Stuart would be the new Senior VP of marketing.

“I was just congratulating him,” I retort evenly.

“She did,” Stuart assures Rich as he speeds down the high road while pushing his glasses up his sleek brown-tinted nose. Well, maybe his nose isn’t brown, but his personality repulses me. Okay, he’s mostly a nice guy, some might say saintly, but he is an ass-kisser—I stand firm on that. Stuart is also an avid golfer, which gave him an advantage over me because Rich is his preferred golfing buddy, and the two have been gracing the office with twin shit-eating grins and matching sunburns since early spring. Their long ‘lunches’ and ‘Stepbrother’ karate in the basement bonding have made me the odd woman out. As much as I would like to believe sexism has become less frequent in the workplace, Rich is a prime example of why it still exists. Rich is old enough to have been wet behind the ears during the ‘Mad Men’ era, which means I was screwed before I ever earned my spot in the running for VP.

It was a hundred percent a boy’s club move that he got the position due to their bromance and Rich’s belief that the cock wielding man standing next to me is a better choice for the position. While I worked endless hours wooing the clients and spearheading the campaigns, Stuart took off at precisely six pm every night—even during crunch time—pulling the family first card.

As if that’s an excuse.

Okay, maybe the fact that he’s a youth minister and coaches in an inner-city program is an excuse to leave early a few days a week, but there are other days of the week he could have been at the office, working the hours I work.

Even if he insists he has to get home every night to his pregnant wife—a psychiatrist who specializes in helping army veterans integrate back into society after deployment—there’s no excuse.

Fuck Stuart.

Just because I’m on regular birth control, and don’t have a golf swing, doesn’t mean I’m not worthy.

I’m just…independent.

I don’t need a family or a selfless purpose outside of work to be a staple in my community. In addition to my ridiculous work ethic, I do, on occasion, bring coffee into the office. And I’m a believer of sorts. I just don’t believe that waking up at 7 a.m. on Sunday cements my commitment to the man upstairs.

Besides, I need my sleep to be able to work the hours Stuart doesn’t.

Trying my best to maintain my smile and nod when it’s appropriate, it dawns on me that I may be going to hell for this line of thinking.

I’m resentful at the moment because the last three weeks have been hell on earth. More recently, due to the announcement that Mr. Perfect, golf playing, #lifegoals, family man, and upstanding citizen has just snagged my promotion and reason for living. This news only confirmed that my losing streak wouldn’t end anytime soon.

Anyone who’s had my recent run of luck would be feeling a bit acrimonious and stabby, especially after the last few minutes of hearing how deserving Stuart was of the position. It was the bitter freaking maraschino cherry on top of the shit sundae I’ve been shoveling down for the last three weeks.

More resentment seeps in as I eye the spacious vacant office behind the two men congratulating each other for being able to spell their names when they urinate. An office I’ve pined and busted my ass for since I started at the firm. For years, I’ve strived to be at the top of my field, to be recognized. But as of late, life has pulled all the punches, the most recent to the throat.

It all started with my broken toe exactly three weeks ago, an accident I acquired dodging dog shit on my morning run. In a sick twist of irony, I leapt toe first into a fire hydrant coated in fresh piss, no doubt a gift from the same pooch. From then on, it’s been a slow-moving train wreck in every aspect of my life.

Exactly one week after I broke my toe, Kyle’s condom broke. This led to hysteria, my hysteria. My reasoning? The man I was canoodling with was easy on the eyes, but by a landslide, the most clueless man I’ve ever dated. Even with my prehistoric uterus and the odds of never conceiving in my favor, I wasn’t taking any chances.

Harsh? Definitely.

But our breakup went a little something like this.

“I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re in different places.”

“I don’t understand, Whitney. We’re both in my apartment.”

Game over.

I’d only been playing it because dodging him when I wasn’t in need was far too easy. He believed any excuse I gave him. At one point, it became a sport to see what excuses I could get away with. I had a very good reason to play with Kyle temporarily because, by guestimate, he has the most perfect eight-inch penis, and he was excellent at using it. Staying with him for that length of time, again, eight inches, I consider justified at this stage in my life.

While I pride myself on being a resourceful, capable gal, I was not about to give that dynamic up due to our complete and utter failure to communicate. With Kyle, I did not require romance or stimulating conversation. I needed release after a twelve-hour day at the office. The good thing about Kyle? He was always in a good mood. Good mood meant no nights I was in the mood were off the table. He was my human scratching post. But when the condom broke, and the fear that I might have procreated with the dumbed-down FRIENDS version of Joey set in, I had to end it.

I’ll take the guilt over objectifying him and discarding him over pregnancy with a walking dildo. In truth, some nights, the guilt wins. As I ignore the Rich and Stuart love fest, I send up a quick prayer that Kyle finds someone who deserves him because I did not warrant a second of his devotion. He might not have been my intellectual equal, but he was warm, caring, and present, which is the most I’ve gotten out of a relationship in years.

The next blow came when my car broke down on the way home—post-breakup—and the only mechanic I had on speed dial was, in fact, eight-inch Kyle. A car I planned on replacing the second I got my pay increase with the VP announcement. Circling the drain, I again glance into Stuart’s new office and mourn over my now worthless redecorating plans when my assistant, Zoe, sidles up to me as Stuart and Rich inch their way toward the party, away from me.

Zoe follows my line of sight to see Rich place his hand on Stuart’s shoulder, and I feel the sting in my throat as I swallow down another sip of wine.

“You were robbed. You deserved it, and everyone here knows it. Even if Stuart is the nicest man on the planet.”

I turn to Zoe, an intern I recruited this past May, just after she graduated. From her expression, she’s genuinely upset for me, and it brings me some comfort. Shoulders easing back from two glasses of cheap wine—because Rich’s namesake is a farce, and the man is, ironically, the cheapest bastard I know—I turn to her and share my disappointment.

“Do you ever think, ‘what’s the point?’ When you get what you want, you only end up wanting more. I mean, you work hard your whole life and go after something, and then you get it, and then what? Maybe you realize it’s not worth it. I mean, it happens that way with everything anyway. You meet the perfect guy, you’re completely in sync, and the first time he kisses you, you discover he has halitosis. Or you finally buy and wear that pair of shoes you worshipped and saved for months to buy only to find they’re the most uncomfortable heels on the planet. I mean, for what? In the end, no one gives a shit you wore those heels. We should just save ourselves the back pain and buy flats and a vibrator because—at the end of the day—all we’re left with is the credit card bill for uncomfortable shoes we can’t afford and inevitable heartache. It’s like…no matter what we do, or what we want, we’re going to get disappointed, and then we age, wrinkle, and then you know…” I slide my finger across my throat.

My twenty-three-year-old assistant pales considerably as she gapes at me in pure terror while I tumble ass first into rock bottom.

Too far, Whit. Way too far!

Odd looks get shot my way when I belt out a Disney villain cackle that sounds foreign even to me. I clamp a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Kidding. I’m kidding.”

She graces me with an uncomfortable laugh and accompanying lie. “I know.”

It’s apparent she’s now terrified of me, or for me. I’m not sure which is worse. Though we’ve grown closer in the last six months, I’m too embarrassed to decipher which.

“Don’t worry, Zoe. I’m afraid of heights, so I won’t be headed for the roof tonight. Are you taking off?” She stalls, the picture of youth, beauty, and a bright future. One I hope I haven’t tainted with my rancorous tongue.

“Yeah, I’m going to meet up with my boyfriend. We’re driving to his parents tonight.”

“So, it’s getting serious? We’re meeting the parents?”

“Yeah, it sort of happened this week.”

The fact that she seems to be apologetic about it only worsens my guilt. My own assistant can see the depths of my despair.

“That’s wonderful.” I give her my most genuine smile. “I’m so happy for you.”

It’s hard not to spot the relief in her eyes. “Thank you. I’m excited and nervous.”

“No need to be. They’ll adore you. He’s the lucky one, and don’t you dare forget it.”

Another dazzling flash of teeth. “Thanks, boss.”

“Zoe, for the millionth time, call me Whitney.” I turn back to the party as the deafening sound of feedback from the karaoke microphone blasts through the floor, announcing that most everyone will be calling an Uber.

“That’s my cue,” I jest. “I’m right behind you.”

Zoe nods and briefly lifts the iPhone she forever has plastered to her hand. “I’ll have my phone on, just in case.”

“Don’t you dare,” I say sternly. “I won’t. Take the time off. You’re going to need it. We may be down, but we’re not out.” Even I can hear the false bravado in that statement. My get up and go has fucking left the building, and I make the decision to follow it.

“Merry Christmas, Zoe.”

“You, too. And thanks so much for the bonus.”

“You earned it.” It’s all I can manage around the now consistent burn in my throat due to the unwelcome emotion threatening to overtake me.

Zoe does me a solid by playing immune to my rapidly glossing eyes and, with one last wave, walks toward the elevator.

Tiptoeing around the arrival of my mid-life crisis, I bid farewell to those closest to me as I grab my coat from my office. Ambling down the hall to make my overdue exit, I wince as the onslaught of the worst imaginable rendition of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” is belted out by our graphics guru, Paula.

Sophie appears by my side as I scan the party one last time, trying to muster the ability to match the same confidence I had in my step this morning.

“Oh, my God, Whitney, you’re not going to believe this!” Sophie belts in an intended whisper that ends up more like a scream, only matched by the donkey-sounding wails erupting from Paula. I pray to God no one is recording her because surely tomorrow she would deem it blackmail worthy with sober ears.

Turning to Sophie, I give her a grin. “I saw. Walk me to the elevator. I can’t handle this.”

Sophie giggles, giddy, a rare sound from the cynical friend I adore so much. But the cynic seems to have been swallowed up briefly by the six-foot shot of dopamine just injected by her crush. Love does that to people.

I knew what that felt like once.

“I know. She sounds like a donkey on crack.”

There’s my girl.

“I was just thinking the same.”

“You know you could blow the roof off this place, and you should.”

“Hard pass.” I glance over to soak in her glow. “I saw you two huddled in the corner. Spill.”

“He’s taking me for drinks after he shoots off one last email and locks up.” Snatching an oversized cupcake with a mountain of green icing, I flick off the paper Holy Jolly Santa standing atop it as we stride toward the elevator.

“We made small talk at first, it was innocent, but after a few minutes, it was like…we both finally had enough of skirting around the attraction. I was just about to speak up, and he beat me to it…and gah…” She practically bounces on her heels.

“What did he say?”

“He said he was tired of wondering what I was thinking. It was just, Jesus, the way he said it.”

For the second time in ten minutes, I manage a genuine smile. It seemed that the people in my every day were experiencing the opposite effect of the three-week kickoff to the winter of my discontent.

It was a boyfriend you didn’t have feelings for.

Your toe has almost healed.

You’ve needed a new car for years, not weeks.

Stuart got the promotion. You’ll deal.

Even as I try to coax myself into better thinking, the weight of the last blow is too heavy to ignore.

“Sounds like it’s going to be a good night. I’m so happy for you.”

Sophie gives me a concerned side-eye as I push the elevator button.

“I’m so sorry about the promotion. If it helps, you handled it like a rockstar. If you need me tonight, I can—”

“Don’t you dare. I’m leaving for North Carolina first thing tomorrow, and I still haven’t packed. I’ll deal. I really am so happy for you, and you better text me.”

“Sure?”

“Positive. I’m good, swear.”

She glances toward the party as Jonathan emerges from his office, his eyes searching for her in the crowd. We both watch as he scans the space, and I can feel the anticipation rattling from her frame.

“Go,” I urge, and she pulls me into a quick hug. I have to fight to keep my cupcake intact.

“Merry Christmas, Whit.”

A lump forms in my throat, and I shake off the emotion, too afraid for her to see just how much I needed her hug.

“Merry Christmas,” I murmur. “Go get your man, and don’t you dare forget to text me.”

She blinds me with her smile, and I see her demeanor shift as she tosses back her shoulders and confidently strides toward Jonathan—a slight sway in her hips. A sway Jonathan’s gaze doesn’t miss when his eyes land on her, a sexy, satisfied smile upturning his lips.

Soaking in the vicarious moment, I envy her as I live it with her, excited for the text to come. Even in my disgruntled state, I feel an ancient part of me—a part that constantly hoped for those types of moments—stir to consciousness as the elevator opens.

Once inside, I juggle my purse and my consolation cupcake and check my phone to see a missed text from my sister.

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About the authors

Kate Stewart

Kate Stewart

USA Today bestselling author and Texas native, Kate Stewart, lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick. Nestled within the Blue Ridge Mountains, Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance, as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense.

​Kate’s title, Drive, was named one of the best romances of 2017 by The New York Daily News and Huffington Post. Drive was also a finalist in the Goodreads Choice awards for best contemporary romance of 2017. The Ravenhood Trilogy, consisting of Flock, Exodus, and The Finish Line, has become an international bestseller and reader favorite. Her holiday release, The Plight Before Christmas, ranked #6 on Amazon’s Top 100. Kate’s works have been featured in USA TODAY, BuzzFeed, The New York Daily News, Huffington Post and translated into a dozen languages.

Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.

Contact Kate: authorkatestewart@gmail.com

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Kristin Masse

Kristin Masse

5

Welcome back to Triple Falls! 5/5 ⭐️ perfections!

Reviewed in the United States on April 18, 2024

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This was perfect! Maxine & Joe as narrators are CHEFS KISS!! I laughed so much! WELCOME BACK TO TRIPLE FALLS! Kate Stewart is perfection! I now have one book left out of all the books she’s ever written & this is one of the top ones! SO FUNNY! I’m in my 30’s as clarification of my age, so if I can laugh; many can as a bitter old maid status that I am.

Narrators: Maxine & Joe, is there a better duo? No, I don’t believe so! I might be biased due to them being my first ever audio book I listened to, but since listening to several more afterwards; I do not believe you’ll find a better team than them. The way both of them are able to capture emotions and voices are miraculous! They tie EVERY. SINGLE. STORY. They are in together perfectly! You can easily tell the difference between character voices as well. Again, keep my age in mind; also know that I have an implant device in my ear to help my hearing (previously 3/4 deaf in right ear) so I’m still hard of hearing in right ear & I’m able to distinguish the voices.

Story: Christmas story, now I didn’t think I was going to get down with this right? I’m bitter about the holidays after all the grief I’ve faced through the years, & the holiday seasons have always been more challenging than most on me. I don’t ever read or listen to holiday books, but I’m determined to get through the Kate Stewart list of books (putting this one & Euro Dreams last). This story was epically hilarious. I’m talking about laughing like the Grown Ups movie funny, or Deadpool funny, just inappropriate humor, innuendos, but still life lessons to be learned (why I love Kate Stewart books). Now is there a part where you’ll be shocked? Oh yeah! I called one part, but the other, I was crying at one am… But also, welcome back to Triple Falls! You HAVE TO READ THE RAVENHOOD SERIES FIRST! MAJOR SPOILER!!!!!! & when you come back afterwards…. HIII SEEEAAAANN!

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Meighan

Meighan

5

another Kate Stewart novel to fall in love with!

Reviewed in the United States on January 4, 2024

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The Plight Before Christmas by: Kate Stewart

5⭐️

I rarely read holiday themed books, but I am so glad I decided to pick this one up. Obviously I am a huge fan of the Ravenhood series and I know Kate Stewart holds the power to destroy me in her hands- this book was no different. 


Eli and Whitney dated for almost a year in college and when Eli ended things, he destroyed both their hearts. Now, 17 years later, Eli has somehow found his way to Whitney's family Christmas as a guest of her brother. He's successful, rich and even more handsome than he was in college. But he's still the man who broke Whitney's heart, something she's never fully recovered from.

I loved the dynamics between all of the family members so much. Whitney's irritation with Eli boils over as her siblings try to work out their own issues: Serena and her husband are in the thick of it, basically living as roommates instead of spouses. Brendan and his wife seemingly have the perfect relationship, until someone drops a truth bomb on them. Her mom, Ruby, is trying to give everyone the perfect Christmas since the grandparents have passed away. And her dad, Allen, is just trying to remember to put his hearing aids in. Throw in a pre-teen and some toddlers and you've got yourself a first class mess.

Everyone in the family loved in a really big way, which also meant that the hurt they all felt at one point or another was so deep. It's my own first holiday season without my grandparents and it made me emotional to see the family try and keep traditions going. I cried for Eli so many times- as a child, as a college student and as a man trying to win back the love of his life. His back story was much deeper than I anticipated, but I could feel the truth and hurt starting to unravel from him the more time he spent with the Collins family. Seeing their past through memory flashbacks was one of my favorite parts of the book. Eli is the one person who hurt Whitney the most, but he also might just be the only person who can help put this family back together.

If you like the movie The Family Stone, you will love this book. And honestly, I would read this book at any point in the year. It's set at Christmas but the holiday is definitely just a background feature. BONUS, if you're a Ravenhood fan like me, you'll get a special surprise in chapter 25. (I died died DIED because that is my MAN!)

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Jessica

Jessica

5

Best Christmas book ever

Reviewed in the United States on December 23, 2022

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A top ten best seller on Amazon and the top best selling on holiday romance! And a top best seller for a rom com Clark Griswold Christmas 🎄

This book is about Whitney who doesn't get a promotion from work that she's busted her ass for and goes home for six days to NC to spend Christmas with her family. All seems to be okay until her car breaks down in the driveway.. literally. To top that off, her brother arrives with a plus one besides his wife and two little kids..ELI. Eli is a consultant and works for her brother but also..Whitney's Ex, COLLEGE EX. They had a bad breakup 17 years ago and well.. Here he is: The fun begins...

Review: Where do I begin?? There is so much to pack in but I don't want to leave a five paragraph review because no one wants to read a review that long so I'll say what my fifth grade teacher taught me: KISS aka Keep it simple stupid. Here it goes: This was well written. The characters were well brought out, well made. My heart tugged in places. I smiled at the family dynamic. I could totally relate to the dysfunction which made me laugh a little. There were some heavy hearted and difficult truth bombs. I had to withhold tears otherwise I would have bawled. Then there were freaking hilarious moments that I had trouble getting through because I couldn't stop crying from laughing so incredibly hard. I was gasping. It took me what seemed like forever to try to read past the hysterical moments. One part of the book, I laughed so hard, it too me FOUR TIMES to read it to where I could finally get through it. This book was witty, funny, hysterical, sad, heavy, truth bombed, inspirational and heart felt. It was also very Christmassy. A absolutely perfect Christmas book to read and reread a hundred times. I'll never forget this book. I'll cherish it. I'll hold it close and I'll definitely be buying it. I absolutely definitely recommend this. I also encourage you to spread this all over the net! It deserves it.

My rating is a ten out of ten!

Ps. Don't read this while everyone is sleeping..you will wake them up (I did by accident from laughing so hard)

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