I shall be spending Christmas alone this year, my choice, as I have three separate invitations, but as DH died on November 1st I am convinced I will be better off on my own, at liberty to feel sad if I want, than putting on party manners with others.
So I shall look for a small portion of goose I can roast, as I love goose, by DH didn't on Christmas Eve , which is when we really celebrate Christmas, and I have just received a British Christmas pudding by post, which I shall have on Christmas Day and Boxing day. I haven't had as much as a bite of one since my father died nearly twenty years ago, as no Dane I have ever met would willingly eat even the smallest portion, or mince pies either. And DH was certainly not an exception to that rule.
So I shall bake mince pies for myself too.
And I shall have lovely, hot, runny custard (another abomination to the average Dane) with my Christmas pud.
No Christmas tree this year - I love them, and DH loved the way I decorated ours, so no, not this year. I would cry a pool of tears like Alice if I tried. But one of my many Nativity scenes is going up, probably more than one and a German Weihnachtspyramide.
And I shall buy the cats their absolute favourite food, and we shall try to enjoy ourselves, though I rather suspect we will lie in a heap w ith me at the bottom, weeping. But then we will pick ourselves up, and soldier on.