Friday, 16 December 2011

Home Alone at Christmas.

Everything from A Christmas Carol to the Salvation Army’s Christmas Appeal leaflet avers that people who are alone feel loneliest at Christmas. I suppose that’s probably true of older people who’ve been used to thinking of Christmas as a time for socialising with friends, family, work colleagues and so on, most of whom are probably now dead, but is it generally true of the rest? Is it true of me? No, for some reason it isn’t. I admit to the occasional, fleeting sense that it would be nicer to say to somebody ‘Shall we have a piece of Christmas cake?’ rather than just helping myself to a piece, but it doesn’t last long and it isn’t serious. Maybe I’m so ingrained with the Scrooge mentality that I don’t know how to associate Christmas with being sociable. But then, I don’t think I ever did.

I was thinking on my walk tonight of the people who matter to me. As far as I know, they’ll all be spending Christmas with friends and family with the possible exception of the Woman in America. I might be wrong, obviously, but she’s the one who troubles me, and it is to her I would gravitate mentally and emotionally. Not that it makes any difference, of course.

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