I Have a Great Christmas, Probably

Christmas Eve is tomorrow, a time when my children instantly forget all the ways we have indulged them throughout their lives, and cough up more demands than a ransom note. Also: *I* cough up more demands than a ransom note. What can I say? I'm weak. Also vain and selfish. I'm owning it, okay? 'Tis the season for extortion, or however the saying goes.
JENNIFER SCALES AND THE POISON MOON has been put to bed, wee-hee! And now I'm starting copy edits for ME, MYSELF, AND WHY. And I'll be ...