What am I doing?
I’m making note of what stores are open in case I need something. I’ll go to the library that will close for days to load up on books. My wine cabinet located under the sink next to the Windex will be stocked with gifts I get from those who don’t know what else to give me.
Am I trimming a tree?
Does this solitary plan depress me?
Absolutely not. For me, it’s the norm.
When I split from my ex 6 years ago, after spending 5 chaotic Christmas Eves with him always leaving to be with his ex-wife and daughter, the immediate relief told me…never again will I think being with someone, anyone, you didn’t really want to be with was preferable to being alone. Doesn’t matter how good it looks on paper.
When you wake up next to a person whose first words are, “I hate Christmas,” it’s a definite tip-off Santa may not be comin to town, and if he does, he just may be drunk, wielding an M-16.
All my friends have plans. Dinners, travel…and I’m happy for them.
As for me, with the exception of having Carmela as a lunch guest who I’d welcome with open arms, I’m expecting a perfectly wonderful winter’s day in my favorite, It Happened One Night pajamas, with me, my books and a bottle of red warming on the nightstand.
Doesn’t sound too bad, does it?