Puck Me It's Christmas!

<p><strong>When you're a blacklisted preschool teacher and somehow end up coaching the worst team in the NHL it's shaping up to be the crappiest Christmas ever.</strong></p><p>We're adding an NHL head-coaching job to the Yule log dumpster fire of my holiday season.</p><p>I lost my apartment and had to move back home for the holidays.</p><p>My mom sneaks into my bedroom to watch me sleep because she can't help it. I missed my little girl so much Ellie!</p><p>And my day-drinking granny has declared herself the team's new equipment manager so she can ogle hockey butts in the locker room.</p><p>The last thing I need is twenty-two adult toddlers with blades on their feet and bad attitudes for Christmas.</p><p></p><p>Captain Fletcher Sullivan? He's the worst with his muscles and his sneer turning every practice into The Grinch on Ice.</p><p>Between breaking up fights hosting snack time and bailing my goalie out of jail I have no time for Christmas cheer-or for the cocky absurdly ripped team captain who thinks I don't belong in the NHL.</p><p></p><p>Yes I played on the women's national hockey team.</p><p>Yes I lift weights.</p><p>And yes I will pick up a six-four hockey player and put him in time-out if he doesn't follow directions.</p><p>There's no Christmas miracle coming to save us. We lose. A lot.</p><p></p><p>But armed with Goldfish crackers and juice boxes I'm going to turn this team of ragtag hockey players into winners.</p><p>Even if it turns me into the Grinch.</p><p>Or worse-makes me fall for the enemy.</p>