Allison Challenger went online and sent her letter to Santa Claus' e-mail. She thought her request simple. All she wanted was a hula-hoop. But let's don't forget her other 'minor' request. The one a little more challenging - she wanted a mother! Where did one pick up a mother? Did K-Mart have Blue Light Specials―mothers aisle three, half-price for the next fifteen minutes...?Leslie Seaforth had the breath knocked from her as she stared at her ballet student's father as he walked in to help decorate for the Christmas recital. She couldn't draw enough air as she stared at the sexy man in worn blue jeans and black sweater. His black hair was windblown, not that of a polished businessman. Vividly, she envisioned him standing along the cliffs of her home, watching the winding Kentucky River below. Her heart whispered this man could easily fit into her self-contained life.Hula-hoops had made a comeback. That much was within Keon Challenger's power. But could lunch at MacDonald's and a raging snowstorm help him find the answer to his daughter's Christmas wish? And to the whisperings of his heart?