Rebecca Chandler's Christmas motto was simple: "Wake me when it's over."
It wasn't that she was a Scrooge, quite the contrary. Rebecca could bake reindeer-shaped cookies and wrap presents with the best of them. In the spirit of the holiday, she had served up turkey and stuffing at the local homeless shelter, and had even knocked out a few of those self-serving Christmas missives, chronicling the humdrum lowlights of yet another year in her boring life.
Rebecca forced herself through the merry motions, but, in reality, she found the demands of the season as appealing as a year-old fruitcake. There were three...