My name is Kate, and I’m the type of person who looks at Christmas decorations like they’re little attacks on her sanity. All those twinkling lights? Stressful. The over-the-top commercials where families get together, exchange the perfect gifts, and are all laughing together? Pure, unadulterated terror. Christmas music in stores? It’s like I’m being force-fed sugar-coated existential dread. So, when I was asked to organize the office holiday party, I think it was less about me being qualified and more about my boss wanting to see if I could survive the holiday season. Spoiler I was already mentally preparing to fake my way through this like an actor who had just been handed a script they had no idea about. And, because it’s me, of course this is the year I meet the one person who might actually make me reconsider my intense aversion to Christmas cheer. His name is Ryan. Ryan freaking Bennett.