Christmas hasn't always been the bane of my existence. It started one Christmas Eve when I was twelve. Things I thought were magical and happy became dark and ruined. So being here at the North Pole and having to marry Santa's sons is freaking me out. But wait, this wasn't planned... No, those mischievous triplets Elfnapped me and now I'm just trying to come to terms with my new reality. Can I push the past aside and have a magical future, or will it come back to haunt us. Can we have a Merry Christmas or will this be an Elf disaster?