I don’t think I have ever left the house over Christmas. Probably not for a week at a time if it was a year I wasn’t in work (I love being at home, any excuse like holidays not to go out and that will be me, living like a hermit). And honestly, I’ve had friends, but never anyone close enough to drop in on or buy presents for.
As a young child it was just me and my parents, no relatives or friends to visit, as an older child we didn’t celebrate Christmas as one of my parents died and the other got double time for working over Christmas and we needed the money so I was on my own from 12 over most of it anyway (I didn’t really care, I was off from the hell that was school for two weeks so I was happy not to see another soul).
I’ve had my own family and child/children since I was 22 so Christmas has just been us at home for the last 20 years. Dh family lived too far to just pop into .
My father always lived locally, so once he retired, he would come to our house for the day (despite hating Christmas when I was growing up, all hell would have broken loose if we didn’t have him over once I had my own home and family, i’ll never understand that one), but he’s got dementia now and is in a care home.
dh will get him for the day at some point but not xmas day as he often just walks around screaming saying he wants to kill himself and christ, my younger children don’t need Christmas memories of Grandad being distressed (if I sound cold and hard about that, I am. Two years of being the only one to deal with his rapid decline and everything that comes with it has made me that way).
My eldest is still living at home and my youngest is a toddler so I don’t know what will happen as they grow up. I expect they might marry into families with a less miserable bugger than me for a mother and go there, fwiw, I’d encourage them to. I would never pressure them for visits or guilt trip, I’ve been on the receiving end of that most of my life and it’s hell.
But I really can’t stand Christmas (I do a
great acting job for the children though), it’s so it’s just a great excuse to have to do nothing for me. If it was just me on my own, it would be a normal day, I wouldn’t bother with a thing.