Publisher's Synopsis
First of all: forget everything you ever heard about him being a fat old guy who's never seen a razor. I mean, think about it. Santa's an immortal. He's immortal. A god, basically. And I'm telling you, he looks like a god. The guy is gorgeous. Those things you've seen about the goofy red suit and the big jiggly belly? Most of it comes from a poem a guy wrote for his kids. "'Twas the night before Christmas." You know the poem I mean. And it's a nice poem. It's a timeless classic. But the guy who wrote that poem? He'd never seen Santa. He made it all up. Me? I have seen Santa. Don't get me wrong, though. I saw him-but I'm not the one who found him. Clare found him. She found him-then she nearly lost him again.
