I am one of those people who buys into the hype of Christmas - as far as I'm concerned, I save all year for it and the whole month of December is for markets, meals out, parties, shows, baking, guilt-free time off work and all the things I don't get to do often during the rest of the year.
But every year, I always feel a bit flat when I'm faced with my actual reality, which is nothing like that. I live alone and am lucky if I can drag my friends once or twice to the pub, or for a meal. Those who have children are very much preoccupied with their families, which I can understand. My parents are bored with it all. I ask and people say they're busy, they're skint, everything is too loud/expensive at Christmas, it's too far to go, etc, etc.
It feels like a kick in the teeth. At Christmas I feel this enormous sense that everyone, everywhere is out there having the time of their lives, and even though I have people around me in some sense, I can't take part. Is it just fear of missing out? Am I lonely or trying to relive my childhood or what? The only person who has made time for me so far this Xmas is my GM (90). I visited her on the coast and we baked cinnamon biscuits and watched musicals like old times, it was nice.