"I think I like my seasonal ambiance more traditional," I say, sidestepping the fact that as authors go, Shelley kind of touches a nerve. Not like anything she wrote could be personally relevant to yours truly, right? Nah.

I'm probably safe from Ghosts of Christmas Past, for that matter. No Christmasses past, as such.

"A little Grinch, a little Rudolph, a whole lot of presents."