OP, here.
Lots of great responses; thank you R67 and R69.
I totally understand and even appreciate the joy of being alone. I was that relative who got stuck on the air mattress one year. I have an older sibling who felt displaced by my arrival and after the death of a parent (father), he got stuck and he never ever ever got over it. Seriously, I grew up being loathed by an older sibling and I was apparently the only person who had a problem with it.
Plus, I think he's deeply closeted so...not a happy guy.
I often think of what Robin Williams said or what is attributed to him on social about the only thing worse than being alone is being with people who make you feel alone. I had a friend who would have invited me over for the holidays but he committed suicide five years ago; his family is devastated, of course, as am I.
I see his family occasionally and his widow asked what I was doing for the holidays but I wasn't going to say I had no plans. But had my pal lived, yeah, I would have taken the invite from him. It's all different now. I'm just close enough to his family that it kind of makes me say well, don't kill yourself. They'd think it was over him. (It wouldn't be though. Or maybe it would.)
I think my only happy Christmas memory is when I was 3 or 4 and I saw Santa Claus -- my dad, which was later confirmed to me -- dressed up as Santa Claus in our garage. I could see him through a glass door at our house and into a window in the garage.
How many kids have a dad who does stuff like that?
Why does God only take the good ones?
I dream of being around people where there's no drama; just acceptance...love, even.
I think I need to keep dreaming.
I don't ever see traveling across the country to be with disinterested relatives who are incapable of acting like a family would in my book. They're all too dysfunctional. We can have moments of what passes for getting along but then someone will flare up without warning -- like a bad STD -- and it all comes crashing down.
It's a hard pass on putting myself through that ever again.
I have my health, employment...some friends. I'm lucky.
But...the loneliness is rough. Really rough.
Wishing no one has to spend the next holidays alone.
You never know when life will get better.
Peace.