All I wanted for Christmas was for my most-loathed coworker to get hit by a bus.

Unfortunately, Santa decided to give him a promotion: my BOSS…

I couldn't afford to quit, so I suffered through his egotistical reign and hoped that my wish would be granted next season.

Does Santa even read our lists anymore?

Between an ice storm for the ages, getting arrested for “breaking and entering,” I wind up trapped inside his car for a never-ending road trip, and any time I think the journey home can't get worse, the universe throws me another wicked curveball.

The games are just beginning...