The nice list is overrated . . . naughty girls have more fun.

Its been almost a year since Nellie traded in her sleepy Midwest town for the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. She and her sister are closer than ever, her vintage bungalow apartment by the beach is the stuff of HGTV dreams, and she’s one kick-ass holiday party away from winning over her law firm’s biggest account. Everything is going according to her color-coordinated, collated plans. That is until she’s (literally) knocked off her feet by a Santa Claus on an electric scooter . . . who just so happens to be the hot neighbor who turned her down months ago.

Austin isn’t used to people asking him out, especially not gorgeous women who live next door and do yoga in their living room. As a full-time photographer and part-time Santa who much prefers the company of his cats over people, he can’t help but feel like Nellie deserves more. But fate has other ideas for both of them this Christmas . . . like working together on Nellie’s holiday gift for her family. What begins as penance for a fractured foot quickly turns into gingerbread house decorating, late-night Die Hard screenings, and explicit hijinks on a Ferris Wheel.

As it turns out, this Santa is packing a lot more than a sack full of toys, and Nellie’s only got one thing on her Christmas list this year: to be treated like the ho-ho-ho she really is.