When I moved from home I slowly quit celebrating Christmas that is, I slowly quit getting a tree—my cat would end up destroying it anyways—and putting up decorations and getting a traditional meal.
My Christmas’ ended up going to midnight mass and then going to Waffle House for a few hours. Christmas Day consisted of catching up on my laundry, grooming my dogs, watching 24 hours of A Christmas Story on runner classics.
The craziest Christmas’ I had were during the period of time I was homeless. It wasn’t much different, no tree, no decorations, no big meal, no gifts, no family, no friends.
This went on for nearly twenty years. Then I got married.
Now I have a traditional Christmas for my daughter. So, I celebrate Christmas on the 25th of December. I don’t think I could handle multiple Christmas’.