It's all merry and bright, unless you're the janitor.Triana Moore doesn't hate Christmas, but tinsel tidying is terrible. When her bots stop vacuuming, Triana must find out why.Like Santa up a chimney, she zips to the upper levels of the space station to apprehend the culprit: a mystery man with a magnetic personality confusing the computers. He can't remember his own name, but he can access the most secure areas of the station with a smile, and not leave a trace.To save Christmas, and the board of directors' all-important holiday party, Triana must enlist all her friends--and a few enemies. When they look in their stockings on Christmas morning, who will find candy and who will find coal? I've been an IT guy, a choir director, an executive assistant, a stay-at-home mom, a college instructor, and that lady at the information booth in a tourist town. But writer is the best job ever, because I get to make stuff up. Stuff I wish were true, stuff I'm glad isn't true.
