I found myself in a sad predicament last year. I was alone on Christmas morning. It was miserable and I am still recovering. I had planned trying out a new breakfast pizza recipe on my parents, but by the time I woke up and got around to preparing the dish they had already left their house to go partake in bloody marys with their friends. All that greeted me was a note that they had left on their kitchen counter.
In their defense, it was not as if I was alone all day or didn’t have plenty of plans for the holiday season. I had our immediate family celebration on Christmas Eve for lunch, my mom’s side of the family the day before that and my dad’s side of the family on Christmas afternoon. I was not deprived by any means. But I did spend Christmas Eve evening and Christmas morning alone. And I had never done that before. It was honestly depressing. I can’t even fathom not having family around for the holidays.
Now I am someone who dearly enjoys my alone time, so it is not that part that bothered me. There are moments when I wonder if I am starting to get too old to have kids because I am set in my ways and love alone time at night, sleeping in on the weekends, using the bathroom without interruptions, etc. I just found it supremely woeful to be sitting by myself on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. I was used to having four places to stress about making appearances at in two days, but now all of a sudden I had the prime times of the season wide open and empty. Of course everyone has established traditions with their family and such, so I was not about to impose on any of that. Thankfully I had my new Kindle Fire to keep me company.
Recently I realized that my brother and his girlfriend do not have any plans for Christmas morning this year either. I practically begged him to hang out with me! And I think we came up with some really fabulous plans. I will bring the homemade breakfast pizza (recipe that I perfected last year!), he will supply the bloody mary and mimosa bar and we will stay in our pajamas and watch A Christmas Story for hours until we finally have to shower and get ready for Christmas at my grandparent’s house later in the afternoon. I think sounds amazing.
Have you every been alone on the holidays? Did you love it or hate it?