One of my greatest fears at Christmastime is having to go house to house, a-wassailing and wishing people well, especially people I can’t stand — people who probably can’t stand me either.
Over the years, my parents, and later my wife, would drag me to places I didn’t want to visit to see family members and “friends” I never wanted to see. I felt like Jacob Marley, pulling that ball and chain everywhere he went. But they made me go because it was Christmas. Bah humbug.