Sir Humphrey, a Booklyn, NY born and raised American, living in his family’s estate in the Batch Magna, offered to play Father Christmas and deliver gifts to a local hospital. Unfortunately, while he owns a historical estate and holds a title, he doesn’t hold much money. Not knowing how to get himself out of committing to gifts he can’t afford, he seems to dig himself in deeper each day as the time ticks closer to Christmas.

A local neighbor, knowing that Humph and his wife Clem need an infusion of cash, comes up with the idea of creating a ghost for the hotel and creating a show around it. The hope is to create a demand for the hotel rooms and brings people in to see the ghostly reenactment. It’s a well meant, but crazy scheme. What could possibly go wrong?

I love a good British-based story as much as the next gal, maybe even more so. But this series is definitely not one for me. The writing seemed to drag on at times, painfully so, and could have been reduced by a good 20% without even being missed.

This was just slightly too far fetched for me. It wasn’t relatable I didn’t feel. I understand the magic within the story but it wasn’t for me. This isn’t a reason to review the book harshly as it was my own personal preference.