“So, where would you like to go eat?” Dan asked, driving through town after they left the cabin.

Angela shrugged. "Some place Christmassy.”

“But it’s not even Thanksgiving yet!” Dan laughed, driving through the town square when a mischievous thought crossed his mind. “Santa’s Café?”

Angela laughed as she rolled her eyes. “Please, no. Besides, we just passed it.”

“I know.” He laughed as he made a left just out of town, headed in the same direction as Mario’s Italian Pizzeria.

"But we just ate pizza last night," Angela said. "I'll tell you what. Let's go to my house, and I'll cook something for you. Then we can go ice...