Genuinely one of the most delightful things I read this holiday season.
This is a soft, cozy romance built on a surprisingly emotional premise: Santa and Krampus aren’t just folklore figures, but souls who are reborn again and again, briefly allowed to live as themselves between seasons. Nick and Topher meeting feels accidental and inevitable and I adored how ordinary their connection feels before the weight of who they are (and who they’re destined to become again) settles in. This is such a short novella, but manages to pack so much emotion in here.
There’s something inherently bittersweet about knowing these two only have a limited window to be this version of themselves, and the story really leans into that tension without becoming overwhelming. The romance feels gentle, anxious, and human, especially with the queer rep woven naturally into their dynamic. It’s not flashy or dramatic; it’s tender and bittersweet.
Topher, in particular, broke my heart a little. There’s a quiet grief to their character and the sense of always being the shadow to someone else’s joy. Nick’s warmth, enthusiasm, and love of food (relatable) balanced that perfectly. Watching them choose each other, even knowing what waits at the end of the season, was so satisfying.
I read this while wrapping presents, and it genuinely added to the magic of the moment. It’s festive without being cloying, thoughtful without being heavy, and romantic without being sappy. Short, sweet, and a little aching. If you want a queer holiday novella that leans cozy, bittersweet, and hopeful (with a folklore flair and a lot of heart), this one is absolutely worth your time.
Thanks so much to the amazing author for the complimentary copy. This review is voluntary and all opinions are my own.