But when she arrives at the Christmas tree farm and ranch he grew up on, she meets his father-the crazy tall, built, golden retriever cowboy who tells her girls all about the magic of the stupid elf on a shelf.
Of course, when she later corners him and tells him thanks a lot for nothing and that she's way too overwhelmed to have to deal with yet another responsibility, he feels terrible.
So terrible, he finds himself driving two hours every night just to deliver an elf, move him about, and create some Christmas magic for her girls.
But what happens when he decides meeting her the way he did was some kind of Christmas miracle, and he needs to convince Shae to give him a shot?