I’m no longer alone but some of my favorite Christmas eves were in Texas. I’d clean the apartment from top to bottom. Put my angels out and a tree up. Take a very long hot soak in the tub get my dress up silk pj on throw the last of the stuff into the washer. And put on my favorite DVDs. It was just me and Sir. I have a hard time saying no and most of my Christmas days were spent with various friends. Because I’m a good cook I was often the main cook. I’d say the most awful holidays were the ones where I was homeless or hospitalized. Nothing worse than institutionalized cheer.