Well, everyone except me.

Every year since my parents' divorce, they've fought to make Christmas at their place the best. Shuffling back and forth between the two and running ragged with all the activities has ruined the holidays every year.

So this year, I finally tell them both I'm done celebrating Christmas. And they agree on one condition: I have to show the new guy in town the best Garland has to offer this year.

I thought it would be a tedious set of tasks to show him around, but for the first time I'm having fun during the holidays. Even better? I think he likes me too.

That is until I learn our arrangement wasn't just a way for me to get out of the Christmas Olympics with my parents. There was something in it for him too.

And at the end of it all, I have to wonder... Was any of it real for him, or would I have been better off celebrating with my parents after all?