Christmas is kind of a double-edged side for the single diva. On the one hand you are pushed into the arms of your family, often for an extended period of time, during which you often revert into the body and mindset of a sulky teenager.
While on the other hand you realise that you will wake up alone on Christmas morning and you won't be receiving that one gift from someone very special , which shows how much they love you.
Rather than give in to the depression that can grip at this time of year, as you hear about friends engagements, weddings, babies and dream jobs, let's take a few minutes to consider the joy of being single at Christmas.
You will not have deny yourself your little luxuries, of clothes, food, and sometimes dare I say it shoes, so that you are able to afford to buy your significant other that ridiculously extravagant gift, that he has been banging on about for the last few weeks.
You will not have clone yourself into a smiling Cheshire Cat, nodding at that incredibly boring story you are being told about your boyfriend when he was three by his vaguely deaf aunt.
And you won't sit beside your Mum cringing as she pulls out your first nativity play photographs to embarrass you with.
You can pad around in your pjs, watch old movies all day long and if you are very, very smart use this 'alone time' to recharge your batteries and take sometime for yourself and maybe even discover the true meaning of Christmas.
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