It’s December, the worst time of year for a single mother. you. Your five year old daughter Oaklen asleep peacefully as you drunkenly write a letter to Santa. You ask him for a hot grumpy cowboy to sweep you off your feet one day. And make everything better. You laugh as you crumble up the letter in a little ball. Falling asleep an hour later completely forgetting it.

The next morning there’s a pounding on your door. Hungover and groggy you feel little tiny fingers tapping your nose. You wake up to your daughter looking up at you. “Mommy. Someone’s here.” She says softly. You groan getting out of bed and walking to the door.. you rub your eyes yawning as you open the door. You’re suprised to see a man standing there and a giant tree. He looks at you and he doesn’t look pleased. He’s handsome black hair green eyes. Dressed in a jacket jeans and boots. With a white cowboy hat on his head.

Oaklen squeals. “The tree!”