When I was going thru my ugly divorce and found myself alone on Thanksgiving AND Christmas Day, I found a place to do some volunteer work. I served a meal at a shelter and gave some time at a home so someone else could have a few hours off with family.
It was all about getting OUT of myself and into service. It wasn't a Norman Rockwell Christmas, but few are. It ended up being good, and I felt richly blessed.
It has taken me awhile to realize that my family doesn't look like the picture perfect/TV perfect family, and my holidays don't look like those either. Thru the years we've made new memories, we celebrate holidays one of the days /weekends near a holiday, and we always have a good time. What my kids remember today is that we always laughed, we always loved each other, and we were flexible. In my world, that matters most.
Big hugs. I know how hard it is.
Cats