This year I am spending Christmas alone. I have horrified friends and given concern to family. But I myself am actually looking forward to it.
Sometimes needs must, and this is one of those times. Pumpjack’s mother celebrates her 90th birthday this year. It also happens to be close to Christmas. Given the distance for many of the family to travel, including Mr P, it made sense that the family stay and celebrate both.
I chose not to attend more out of necessity, but not unwillingly. Our menagerie are always in need of looking after. It’s a daily necessity. This means holidays away for Mr P and I together are rare. It requires a houses / animal sitter. We’ve managed in the past but with the current situation in the world, it has not been a viable option.
So I chose to stay home, which meant spending Christmas alone. It will be the first time I have ever been alone at Christmas. But like my choice to stay, I am also choosing to enjoy it. How one deals with a situation is always a choice, embrace and make the best of it. Or not. I prefer to embrace.
There is a general consensus amongst many that Christmas should not be spent alone. And I know a number who always open their home each year to those who would be. But, I am curious to experience this holiday by myself, for myself.
With determined air, I have approached the approaching holiday with a sense of enjoyment. First on my agenda was to decide what my Christmas meal should be. Behind that is it has to be something super easy, super tasty, with no fuss to fix. Cooking for yourself should never be a chore, or you won’t want to do it.
A bottle of Cremant has been chosen to give a sense of celebration. And maybe an addtional little treat. But otherwise the plan is to celebrate quietly. And take pleasure out of the days moments. Walking the dogs, playing with the ducks, cuddling with the cats. It is after all because of them that I have chosen to spend Christmas alone. Except, I am really not alone.