Flirting with the Scrooge

<p><strong style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>'Twas a month before Christmas and all through the town</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Everyone was ready to celebrate except my hot and grumpy new neighbor.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)><span>?</span></span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Christmas is my favorite time of year with the festive parties and holiday cheer. But having Connor Tyler move in next door is as much fun as searching for a burned-out bulb in a string of lights.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>His rugged good looks and guitar can make anyone swoon. That doesn't change the fact that he slammed the door in my face when I welcomed him with a tray of homemade cookies.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>But I won't let his bah-humbug attitude damper my holiday spirit. This year more than ever I need to deck the halls and revel in being jolly. As I ramp up my holiday cheer Connor spends more and more time casting lingering glances toward my... mistletoe. When a blizzard hits a gesture of hospitality leads to exchanging more than presents. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>As Christmas draws nearer I chip away at his icy facade only to discover a painful truth. There's an expiration date on his time next door.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>And I'm certain I don't have enough boxes of tinsel to convince him to stay.</span></p><p><br></p>