Holly doesn't let her two waitressing jobs, grabby customers, or her shabby apartment on the rough side of the city get her down, but when she meets a grouchy silver fox with Santa Claus vibes, who can really blame her for wanting to sit in his lap and tell him what she wants for Christmas? Saint isn't taking retirement well. Lonely and bored for far too long, maybe what he needs is a distraction. As luck would have it, the new waitress at his favorite hole-in-the-wall diner is in desperate need of a daddy to do just that. When Cinderella meets Santa Claus, sparks fly. But is it a holiday fling, or could it be something more?