Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year—unless you’re Quinn Langley.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I’ve hated the festive season for as long as I can remember, but this year really takes the chestnut. My family has run Snow Cove’s grotto for the past sixty years, but when my dad—our resident Santa Claus—gets the flu, it’s down to me to find a new Santa and save Christmas. If only Grandpa would stop spiking the eggnog… Oh, and if I had more than twenty-four hours to do it. Not to mention that all the people who can help me are already busy with their own…
I read. And quilt. A lot.