I'm never alone, but I hate holidays. I want them to be exactly the way they were when my kids were growing up. I want to eat the same food, decorate the tree the way I always did, have everything the same. I just about had a meltdown two years ago when we switched from a real tree to an artifical (even though the darn thing is so much easier.)
My youngest son tries really hard to spend time with me, or make sure there's someone here. My oldest son is in Iowa, and I never get to see him. Easter totally sucks. My middle son died right before it, and we drove home from the funeral on Easter sunday, so yeah, I hate Easter. I miss him on all the holidays. My oldest son's birthday is right at Thanksgiving, so that messes me up too.
I'm a big baby, and always want my way, so I spend the holidays being pretty unhappy. The 4th of July passed pretty much unnoticed around here. I don't like holidays, can you tell?