Jingle Devil (Nashville Devils)

by Melissa Ivers

We all know you’re already on the naughty list, yet like to be told you’re a good girl by a man with a deep voice and a penchant for giving hand necklaces.

No regerts. Not even one letter.

I now have two addictions this holiday season: white peppermint mochas and Tessa.

This has been the best Christmas I’ve had. Even better than the year I got my first bicycle, and that thing had lights around the wheels. But it’s got nothing on Tessa’s smile and everything else that makes her uniquely her.

There’s no way I can pretend this night didn’t mean everything. That Mick didn’t mean everything.