“Unbelievable!” I shout, waving a hand in the direction of my laptop. “He’s in a Santa suit, not a ski mask! How does she not recognize him?” Kristen laughs, keeping her eyes on the screen while the aforementioned man wraps his arms around the short, plucky woman who has spent the last ninety minutes not making the extremely obvious connection between her quiet doctor neighbor and the Santa who’s been doing visits to the children’s hospital wing where she works as an events planner.
