Depending on where you are on the festive-o-meter, the idea of skipping Christmas and spending it alone is either (a) a tragedy of Little Matchgirl proportions or (b) the stuff that dreams are made of.
Depending on where you are on the festive-o-meter, the idea of skipping Christmas and spending it alone is either (a) a tragedy of Little Matchgirl proportions or (b) the stuff that dreams are made of.