Well, folks, this is it for me in 2011. Early Friday morning, I’m packing the kids into the car and off we go on the long drive up to Maine for the week. Every year since I first met my bride-to-be, we’ve headed north to the little coastal town of Damariscotta for a classic New England Christmas. I mean, we’re talking blankets of snow, lights in windows, caroling, ugly sweaters, the works. And as a born-and-bred New Yorker (who spent more than one Christmas dinner at Joe’s Shanghai in Chinatown), I gotta tell you—I love it!
But wait, you might ask—a week in small-town Maine with the in-laws? Well, yes, as much as I love my in-laws dearly, it can feel a bit claustrophobic after all the wrapping paper has been cleaned up, especially when a post X-mas blizzard shows up like last year. But this time around, when cabin fever rears its ugly head, I’m going to revisit the Huffington Post’s list of 10 literary figures they’d hate to have over for Christmas dinner and count myself lucky. Unless, of course, my boy throws a Veruca Salt… and Grandpa counters with a Begbie!
Have a great holiday, everyone—and to start off 2012 properly, look for my “wish list” after the New Year.