Here's what I really want to write and produce.....
A Christmas List (or prince, or royal Christmas or...) Five Years Later
The unassuming boyfriend left grasping at straws because he cares about his job and supporting the family he hopes to build runs across the flighty flit who left him and ditched her career for somebody she'd known a whopping three days.
She's broke. She's divorced because she didn't know the guy at all and found out that the glow of the Christmas dick fades with the melting snow. (Or in the case of the royal ones, they never make it to the altar because the regal family gets tired of her shit). On top of that the cupcake (flower, cookie, coffee) shop they were doing together failed bigger than hell. She's got a kid and is trying to make it on the alimony. She's scrambling to get her career back.
And the ex? New hotter gal, nice place, good job. And he does not give the least little shit about her.
With this as the background music.
I'm somewhere on a beach
Sipping something strong
Got a new girl, she got it going on
We drink all day, and party all night
I'm way too gone to have you on my mind
She got a body and she's naughty
And she got me like you ain't never got me
I'm getting sun, getting some, and I ain't slept in a week
Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach