The oldest children are celebrating with their spouses, the youngest still at home with us. We are in no man's land. We're not longer considered JWs (I'm now officially inactive) but neither can I suddenly start celebrating something I never have in my 60+ years.
Through my work - in online retail - I have seen these past few weeks, people behaving despicably to my colleagues. Goodwill to all men was certainly thrown out of the window! Rudeness beyond compare, all because a delivery was a day late or something else quite trivial. If this is the Xmas spirit, they can keep it. It turns people into monsters because they are under so much pressure to put on the perfect Christmas day.
But it still feel immensely lonely because we now don't belong anywhere. We're just waiting for the day to be over so we can go back to work, because work is all we have now.
The only bright spot was, for the first time I bought my children and husband some gifts. I thoroughly enjoyed choosing just the right gift for each of them and felt so much satisfaction watching them open them up. There truly is more joy in giving than receiving.