Fiona Walker has her hands full and her heart on lockdown. Between juggling three jobs and keeping a careful routine for her autistic son, Jamie, Fiona doesn’t have time for surprises. Her world runs on color-coded calendars, meal-prepped Mondays, and exactly three hours of sleep. So when a kind-eyed cowboy shows up out of nowhere and starts calming Jamie’s meltdowns like he’s some kind of miracle worker, well, that’s not part of the plan. Rhett is quiet, steady, and oddly good at just about everything—from whittling toys to winning Jamie’s trust with old-fashioned stories that feel like something out of another century. Because they are. He’s not just a good guy—he’s a time-traveling cowboy summoned by a glowing Christmas card Fiona found tucked inside a box of donated decorations. Fiona doesn’t believe in magic. She barely believes in lunch breaks. But Rhett is turning their little apartment into something that feels a lot like home. And when Jamie looks at him like he hung the moon, Fiona starts to wonder if maybe love isn’t a luxury—it’s the one thing they’ve been missing all along. In Evergreen Springs, some Christmas cards don’t just bring joy… they bring the family you never knew you needed.