Home is Where the Beard is by Frankie Love

You could call me the Grinch.
But instead of green fur I grew a beard and a brooding attitude.
Sure, I’ve got a chip on my shoulder— but we all have our issues.
I live in the woods. Alone. That’s the way I like it.
Until this December.
When Maple St. Claire knocks on my cabin door and everything changes.
The girl grew up on Jingle Bell Lane. Her childhood was a greeting card if there was such a thing.
Goody-two-shoes is the icing on her Christmas cookie.
But after a lifetime of being on Santa’s good side, this year she’s made his naughty list.
And she needs my help.
I may be a grump, but I’m a sucker for sweet things.
And this girl? I’ve been in love with her since I was six years old.
It’s the season for miracles and maybe just this once I’ll get the present I’ve wanted all my life:
Maple St. Claire, in my arms, under the mistletoe.