The next time I write a Christmas romance, it's not taking place in a smug small town with Hallmark values. It's going to take place in a beautiful Arconia-esque old apartment building and one of the leads will be a dog walker who took an apartment-sitting gig as an excuse not to go "home" to their red hat family. The other lead will be an injured Rockette stuck in the city with nothing to do. They will fall in love under the snowandthe city lights.. Maybe solve a murder.