The knocking continued. And she continued to lie prone on the floor, her heart thudding desperately in her chest. Her brain was telling her something she couldn't allow herself to believe. Because there was only one thing she'd left in her garden. And it couldn't possibly be the thing that was trying to get her attention right now. "Hello?" A male voice shouted pleadingly all of a sudden. "I'm cold. Holly?" It couldn't be. Could it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Holly Sprigg hates Christmas. It's forced fun at its very worst. It's the best way to bankrupt her. And it's a chance to feel even more alone than she usually does. But when she takes her nephew to see Santa, her life takes a bit of a turn . . . And suddenly, she has somehow created her dream man. Out of snow! What is the purpose of the mysterious "faux man"? And can he help Holly regain some of the festive spirit she lost so long ago?