Some people want their two front teeth or a hippopotamus for Christmas. Not me. That would be too clichéd.Then again, I never thought I'd stoop to sitting on Santa's lap and asking him to bring me a boyfriend, either. In my defense, though, the man of my dreams had just knocked me into a store display ten minutes prior, so I wasn't exactly thinking straight. Hah, but when did I ever. I never thought I'd see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome again, but it looked like fate-or Santa-had other plans when I ran into him the following night. Seemed like I might be getting my Christmas wish after all, right? Right.So imagine my surprise when I showed up at my parents' house for the holidays, only to find out that my sister had asked Santa for the exact same thing I did-and he'd delivered early.Yep, my sister scored herself a handsome new boyfriend, and he's absolutely perfect. He's charming, my parents love him, and even Lucifer the demon cat tolerates him.Oh, did I mention he also happens to be my dream guy? The one who's supposed to be under my tree?Yeah. Merry freakin' Christmas to me. Someone pass the hot buttered rum. This is a fun, feel-good MM Christmas novella.