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You’d think being the best man at your friend’s wedding would be fun.

But then you’re introduced to the bride’s best friend and asked to help plan the whole affair. With said maid of honor who was extra cheery and loved weddings almost as much as she loved Christmas.

Did I mention it was a Christmas Eve wedding and I hated this time of year?

So now I was stuck in a small town called Silver Springs where everyone knew each other and insisted on spreading holiday joy working closely with a woman who I swore could be Mrs. Claus.

If that wasn’t bad enough, I was spending so much time in this town straight out of a movie that I thought I might be confused because. . . it was sort of growing on me.