I've got very mixed feelings about meeting people. After being invited round to a neighbour's house to sit outside with a mince pie and a cuppa last year, and inside the house previously, I've actually been anxious that they might feel they should prioritise me over seeing grandparents, but I now feel confident they will, after assessing the situation, prioritise meeting parents if they can.
I feel edgy and angry about how the government handled Christmas last year and what it's doing this year. I believe that all the scandals are encouraging people who are on the edge of rebelling just to go out and party etc., and that then we'll go into lockdown just before more careful people are ready for a rare family get-together, so the people that take extra effort not to spread will be the ones punished, even though maybe a lot of them will be the ones least likely to be infected because the care they take means they weren't out partying etc.
Yes, that's a simplification, but it emphasises a sense I have of absurdity and injustice. I may get lonely sometimes around Christmas, especially like some of you over the Christmas, family, Christmas, groups, Christmas merry, merry, merry thing; but I shan't be tortured by horrible family decisions.
As for food, I'm struggling with that. In the past, I'd kicked biscuits etc. but I've lapsed badly and where this year I've tried buying Christmas treats and putting them away in a box, I've taken them back out and eaten them. Naughty. On the other hand, last year a Christmas dinner (hot) appeared in my porch. Ring the bell and run away with a difference!