Chrome and Mistletoe

Killjoy
Most people called me The Grinch this time of year. All because I was a loner who chose to spend my time alone in my cabin in the middle of nowhere, avoiding the holidays like the plague. It shouldn't have been a surprise with me rockin' the Nomad patch.
It was just me, my thoughts, and a bunch of bikes to work on all winter.
Things were lookin' pretty perfect.
That was until a damn snow angel came out of nowhere, looking like Santa's little helper and smelling like sugar cookies. Now, I've got to share my space with Mr. Jingle All the Way, or he'll freeze to death outside.
So much for avoiding Christmas.

Danny
No one was going to dampen my holiday cheer this year! Alone, I loaded up my car with every Christmas decoration I could get my hands on and headed for the cabin in the woods I'd rented.
When I got there, it didn't take me long to realize there had been a huge mistake.
I didn't expect the cabin to be so rustic-looking... or come with a big, burly mountain man biker.
With no money and no place to go, I was screwed. And to top it all off, Mr. Biker was not in the least bit infected with the holiday spirit.
When he offered to let me stay for a few days, I decided I was going to show him how to deck the halls, his grumpiness be damned.