PREVIOUSLY: “So….what does this have to do with me?” I inquired. “Nicki, Dad wants to retire.” Mom’s voice shook a little. “So?” “You are the only daughter a Santa Claus has ever had. Until now, the new Santa has just been the son. But now….” “What?” I demanded, still clueless. “Nickole, you have to find a husband. A mortal husband. Nickole, you have to find and marry the next Santa Claus."