Epilogue

365 days later

As I dump a glob of waffle batter into my waffle machine, my eyes catch on the shiny diamond sitting on my left ring finger. As I roll it from side to side, a smile catches on my lips, and happiness fills my chest. I never would have thought that so much could change in one single year, but over the last three hundred and sixty-five days, everything has changed for me.

Not only did Tyler and I start dating, but he ended up going to Jamaica with me—a place where I’m pretty sure we both fell in love, because from the time we got home, we’ve been inseparable. Three months ago, he finally put his house on the market and moved in here, since he was here all the time. And this morning after we finished setting up our last tree of the hundred we had gotten—our new team of elves helping split up the work—he got down on one knee in the snow and asked me to be his wife.

I thought I would regret anyone knowing I was the Port Huron Santa, but now I realize it was the best thing to ever happen, because when the story went viral, people from around the world reached out, asking how they could help, or saying they were inspired to do the same thing in their towns. Now, there is a little more Christmas magic everywhere.

“I’m starving.” Tyler wraps his arm around my middle while burying his face in my neck, kissing me there.

“Me too.” I turn in his arms and look into his eyes. Jeez, you’d think after a year of him being mine I’d be used to having him so close, but I still get the same nervous butterflies I got the first time he was this near, and I still anticipate the moment his lips will touch mine.

“Love you, Milly.”

“I love you too.” I lean up as he lowers his head, and when our lips meet, my heart sighs.

Yes, there is definitely such thing as Christmas magic.