Getting punished by the Krampus wasn’t on my holiday wish list… but here we are.Another year, another lonely Christmas—unless you count the jerks on dating apps. The last guy? Total dick fish. Claimed he had ten inches. Spoiler alert: he didn’t.Between the lies, the ghosting, and the utter lack of men to satisfy my particular…tastes, I’ve pretty much given up. Then a certain brooding, horned monster breaks through my magical wards, waving his birch rods and...