Before Mr B and I got together, I had alternate Xmases with my parents, and alternate Xmases by myself. For about 10 years.
I enjoyed the family ones, but there was something very very special about the solo ones.
Loved it.
I would buy a duck, roast it, serve it with LC onion sauce, LC leeks in cheese sauce, LC gravy, green beans and (my major sin of the day) some honey roast parsnips. Oh, and LC blackcurrant jam all over the duck.
Bliss.
Half the duck on Xmas Day, the other half on Boxing Day.
That was all I ate all day.
One year I spent the 2 days tiling the bathroom. I still remember that Xmas with delight and a lot of pride, because those tiles looked GOOD. Other years I made curtains, or did my Tax Return.
Part of the trick to enjoying a solo Xmas is avoiding all that Seasonal TV jollity. All it does is remind you every second about pink fluffy family togetherness and how patronisingly kind people are to invite the Vicar of Dibley round and force feed her.
Shudder.
Every year people would gasp in horror at the thought I was alone (you have to imagine their tones of ghastly terror), and invite me round to watch them argue. - And I would have to come up with some firm explanation as to why I WANTED to have a peaceful time. By myself.
A good book, a good meal, and a task to absorb the mind. Perfect.