For Honey Palladino, the holidays have lost their magic. She is sure her husband is cheating on her. Her daughter plans to spend the time with a friend. Her widowed mother sees the image of Jesus in a live oak tree. As if that's not enough, her mother is also talking about going on a Christmas cruise with some old geezer, without benefit of marriage. That would be right after she signs away the family business -- the real estate agency Honey's father built into a company worth millions, the job to which Honey has devoted her life.
At her mother's condo in Boca Raton, Florida, many have recently lost a spouse and are now with "significant others," and Honey is intrigued by the promise of new love even at an old age but doubts she'll ever find another significant other after her inevitable divorce. When her mother reunites with a lost love from years before, Honey is completely undone, but the "Jesus tree" puts into motion a series of holiday miracles. Discovering what's important in life brings a message of hope for lovers of all ages.
Mom still hadn’t come to grips with my father’s death. Otherwise she wouldn’t have chosen to stay in a two-bedroom condo in Boca when she had a spacious home in Atlanta, one she hadn’t stepped foot in since my Dad passed away. I knew she couldn’t face that empty house alone. So I’d given her a deadline. I was determined to bring her home by Christmas. I needed her to come back to work at Palladino Properties, and she needed work to take her mind off my father.
But she hardly needed an artificial deadline when a real one was looming. The generous offer she’d received from billionaire investor Hammond Reddekker to acquire the family business was set to expire on Christmas Day.
Suddenly, she’d come to the conclusion—the wrong conclusion—that she had to sell the business to Hammond Reddekker. Mr. Big-Deal Hammond Reddekker wanted to change the name of my father’s company, which meant Palladino Properties would disappear forever. I was determined to make sure my mother walked away from that deal, to preserve my father’s name and legacy and guarantee that Donny and I and my daughter, Hannah, who would hopefully join Palladino Properties when she graduated college, would always have a place in the family business.
No one, not even one of the richest men in the country, was going to swallow up my father’s company.
If I didn’t change my mother’s mind, my father’s entire life’s work would vanish. And for what? A few dollars? Well, actually more than a few million dollars, but that would leave nothing tangible behind. Except me. And Hannah. So it was up to me to stop the sale and bring my mother back home to Atlanta, where she belonged.