Sadie lives to work and has no time for relationships. A colleague makes a Christmas wish and her world is turned upside down.
Jeff turned to Mike. "How come we're organizing the Holiday party?"
"We didn't come up with an excuse quick enough. It should be fun. ’Tis the season…you know, for goodwill to all men."
Jeff chuckled. "That would be nice, as long as Frosty doesn't come."
"Who’s that? You don't mean Sadie?"
Jeff nodded.
Mike continued, "I don't understand why a woman who looks so hot could be so cold. If she changed her drab clothes, put on some makeup, and instead of a tight bun let her hair down, I bet you wouldn’t recognize her. You don't actually call her Frosty, do you?"
"Not to her face, but behind her back we all do. Frosty, the snow-woman, it's the in-joke."
"That's not nice. Christmas Angel, if you're listening, please help Sadie."
"You don't actually believe in that—"
Mike jumped in. "It doesn't do any harm. I wish you hadn't called her Frosty. In the future, I won't be able to look at her and keep a straight face. I'd want to take my carrot and put it…you know where."
Jeff laughed and Mike joined in.
