I’m writing this post a few weeks in advance as I do for most of my posts. Christmas is traditionally a time for get-togethers and families and people don’t tend to think of those who spend it on their own for various reasons.
In previous years, I have spent Christmas Eve and some other days handing out clothes to the homeless of London, buying food and drink for those who I meet in doorways and inviting back some to spend the Christmas period at home with me.
So far, no-one has taken me up on the offer but it’s not for lack of effort on my part.
I don’t expect to be doing Christmas at all this year, unless the weather is nice and I might get to church. Like the last few years, I’ll be spending it alone but due to the on-off house-moves, being attacked a few weeks ago and not having an immediate family any more there doesn’t seem to be much to celebrate. So today will be just another day for me, or at least as close to one as possible without any trees or fanfare.
Or perhaps I will get lucky and one of my invites on Christmas Eve will take me up on the offer of a warm house, a shower and bit of turkey for a day or two.
As the saying goes, misery loves company.