All I want for Christmas is a book about Greek’s making babies in honor of the birth-making tradition.  Can you believe it?  Lucy Monroe, a tear-jerking Harlequin novelist, picks a Greek couple to write a love story. They get into a car accident, Aristide gets amnesia, he remembers everyone, except, guess who?, his wife Eden Kourous.  She is bearing their baby, who survives intact from the impact of the crash.  He doesn’t know who she is but his body has no memory gaps.  He has no problem begetting a few more children in her body as his mind struggles to remember.  Proof again that men think with the little head, no problem, over the big head.  You can’t make this shit up!