I never remarried and flying solo has become the norm.
Anyway....Merry Christmas you filthy animals!
Posted on 12/24/2023 3:10:51 PM PST by Skooz
Well, another year, another Christmas Eve. I’ll be home alone with my faithful greyhound, sipping vino and watching George Bailey learn how wonderful life is, which has been my tradition for about 15 years now. Anyone else going it solo tonight?
I am.
And I worked very hard for years to make it so.
But then I am a hermit by nature.
My condolences to anyone who is alone, but wishes it were otherwise.
Do you play golf?
Since my dear wife Joy I loved for 49 years died last March I have been alone at home. Never had children or grandchildren. I could join clubs and stuff but I really don’t like being around people much anyway.
Even my 91 year old paternal uncle in Indiana died a few weeks ago. I do not count my sister who hates me and has sought to undermine and hurt me due to envy and has similar mental problems as my abusive late mother-—and hates Trump. Amazingly she manipulated me last year so she could rub it in that finally I lost my wife and could suffer more. Bad.
I’m retired and all old friends moved or died off. I’m 77.
I have always felt I am not alone because God is with me. Still do.
To all the people here on FR who are alone this holiday time:
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year ANYWAY.
We care about each other here and feel a strong bond because of love of country and freedom.
P.S. Here is a thread about kinless people.
The New Old Age: Who Will Care for ‘Kinless’ Seniors?
https://freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/4114138/posts
Stay strong, stoic kings. And a very Merry Christmas to you all.
I never remarried and flying solo has become the norm.
Anyway....Merry Christmas you filthy animals!
I did for a short while many years ago. I have a nice set of clubs gathering dust in the attic.
Merry Christmas!
Thank you for that. My husband of 35 years passed away in February of 2022 and then I had a heart attack while I was in the hospital last Christmas day! This is the first real Christmas eve I’ve spent alone at home. I always made a special meal for us to share together and I’m missing that and him very much.
I thank God for my Freeper family.
Merry Christmas!
Thank you. And Merry Christmas to you.
faithful greyhound = not alone
I am single but I enjoyed a brunch today with a good chunk of family. This evening though, I did a drive to a couple of older neighbourhoods to look at the Christmas light displays and now it will be time to watch White Christmas and sip a little rye.
(There are cats who love their humans unreservedly... we have had three of them over the past 30 years. I consider them serious blessings.)
I had a wonderful childhood, especially considering my family's limited means and some other factors that made us less a than storybook family. The Christmases are still so fondly remembered that they remain the yardsticks of measurement, and it is hard for me to nowadays to reconcile with the present. But only as time has passed do I appreciate the REAL Christmas gift and recognize the enormity of it. When the worst chrunch time comes - and it will - I won't be alone.
Even if I seem to be.
True. If I'm home, he's with me at all times, following me from room to room. I'm barely ever out of his sight.
After a serious bout of the zoomies a few minutes ago, he curled up next to the couch and slipped off to sleep. Probably chasing bunnies in his dreams.
To all of you spending the holidays alone I have done that more than once and hated it. I was blessed to be married 2 years ago and we moved into a new house we designed in. February.
I went 52 years without a wife and was lucky to find the one I have.
None of you are alone when we know you are checking in and letting your stories be heard. We may not know one another’s names or where we actually live but any community with spiritual bonds and a belief in God has more blessings than many in the world.
I am watching Rock of Ages reliving the glory of 80s music and laughing and laughing at Alec Baldwin and his hairdo and his crappy acting.
No problema. I work every day.
No time to think about it.
I coulda been born in Gaza.
Ho!Ho! Ho!
Merry Christmas.
5.56mm
A Soldier’s Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight i did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The Soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United States Soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these Soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the Soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The Soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, “Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more, my life is my God, my country, my corps.”
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark, night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the Soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right, merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.
Yes. I always do. Watching football!!
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