Elf-ish

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>As the CEO of a major department store I know firsthand that Christmas joy can be bought and sold just like anything else. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>That's right. When it comes to the most wonderful time of the year I'm a grinch in a penthouse. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>But when a gorgeous red-headed firefighter saves me from a heart attack with a kiss and a whispered plea even I can't begrudge her a simple favor - be her date at her younger brother's holiday wedding.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Turns out there's nothing simple about it. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Suddenly I'm ice skating on frozen ponds baking cookies with her family kissing under mistletoes and finding a little fa-la-la in the season. I don't even recognize myself.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Because she's like the spirit of Christmas present haunting my thoughts sparking something in my cold heart and making me crave things past-me would never have considered asking the big man in red for - a future.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Once upon a time a scrooge like me vowed to transform. The only thing he didn't get in the end was the girl. I'm determined that won't happen to me.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>It's either give up my selfish ways or lose the love of a truly elf-ish woman.</span></p><p></p>