I am perhaps judging this book too harshly, given that it’s not my favorite genre. It was a good enough weekend read over the holidays, I suppose, so let’s just call it sugar cookies for the mind.
However...
Story 1: Christmas Letters. The main couple was cute, whatever, but the book as a whole strained the imagination. The cat scene was just bizarre. Max has some legitimate mental health issues that need a counselor, and you’d think Wynn would’ve noticed given that he’s a THERAPIST (albeit a pediatric one) instead of just passing it off as “Oh, my dad’s an ex-hippie.” And don’t even get me started on K.O.’s undiagnosed eating disorder. Also, hamsters don’t have tails.
Story 2: Call Me Mrs. Miracle.
So I realize that the Hallmark Movie literary genre is predictable, cozy, and always ends happily, so there is no real suspense for the reader, but I still cannot forgive Mrs. Miracle for letting Holly and Jake think the robot toy had been lost or stolen and not letting them in on the secret (or at least reassuring them it was not lost). While Mrs. Miracle is planning her big hush-hush surprise, Holly, who was skipping meals in order to afford the $250 toy, thinks the toy has been lost, and Jake, who was the one responsible for delivering they toy, thinks it’s been stolen. They are both heartsick. Mrs. Miracle, who is the last person to have seen the toy, mysteriously vanishes, without a way to contact her, then reappears, but doesn’t bother to set the record straight about the toy’s whereabouts. Instead she leaves with a generic “Don’t worry this will be a great Christmas.” Literally, how hard is it to pull someone aside and say “The toy hasn’t been misplaced, it’s coming tomorrow,”??? Presumably this is to build suspense. It just seems so out of character for a Christmas angel (or whatever she is) to leave people genuinely distraught and stressed just to make the surprise more dramatic. It’s a d*ck move.