On Christmas Eve twenty years earlierMarlee and Jacob were married in a snowstorm This Christmas Eve they are ready to quit divorce is imminent Their relationship is as icy as the road theyre traveling and as blocked with troubles as the piling snow They take a shortcut to get to the lawyers office on a slippery no-fault path She thinks they need to stay on the main road He disagrees They fight Story of their lives and they slam into a bank of snow spinning drifting falling out of control Just like their lives Reluctantly freezing cold hungry scared she trudges up the hillJacob is nowhere to be found Her ears frozen fingers and hands red she comes to a house on the hillside built like a Bed and Breakfast a green wreath on the red door and the door-knocker is in the shape of a wedding ringThe red door opens and the first thing she notices is the fire in the room blazing hot a warm inviting friendly place and the voice of an old man welcomes her in There are three golden pots on the hearth shining glimmering things The old man claims that they are used to restore marriages She laughs-and begins a journey through her past present and future that will test how she views her lifelong love There are two futures available Which will she choose.
