Some of my best Christmases have been in prison.
From 1990 until 2003 I spent 13 Christmases behind bars, from the county jail where I was first taken after my arrest, to the old state prison I was eventually released from, on Bastille Day.
The first Christmas was the worst.
On Nov. 24, 1990, I woke up, naked, with a scratchy white sheet wrapped around me, in a concrete cell. I was on suicide watch in the Westchester County, New York, jail, charged with murder for shooting a crack dealer.