I am about to prepare a Christmas Eve dinner for five. What is wrong with this picture?
As you will recall, last week I explicitly stated that “the holidays come and go with hardly any notice. Perhaps my protective isolation is an unhealthy escape, but I’m looking at it as a very healthy adaptation. Trust me, I am in no hurry to revisit my ghosts of Christmas’ past.”
Famous last words.
Five or six days ago, I just happened to pick up a spiral ham in Trader Joe's. Who knows? If...
