Because of the nature of my work, I spend 50ish hours each week for work “being there” for hundreds of people (I get paid for 35 of those hours). I make sure that every holiday and every random Thursday is as perfect as it can be.
This includes organizing the largest outreach to those in need that happens in our community, from our own kids and shutins in our parish to the hidden people who are served by the local AIDS outreach and everyone inbetween.
For instance, last evening, I was so excited to attend Mass on Sunday evening. It was the rare evening when my husband was up to going out, I even took special care and “dolled up” and knew I looked as pretty as I could. I planned to get a photo of he and I together in the Church as the Christmas decor is still up. You see, I don’t know if he will be alive next Christmas because of his heart.
As I left, I received a text from the pastor. There was an urgent need for the Hispanic community. I worked for hours to pull that one out of my ear on New Year’s Eve (this is volunteer time, out in 18 degree weather, will never even get a Thank You for it), missed Mass and our plans for dinner. Ate a cold McDonalds hamburger and went to bed.
It is great that you find fulfillment in volunteering over the holidays. For me, to add yet more volunteer hours seems rather un-inviting. Even Jesus took time away from the crowds to spend time with his friends.
Anyway, this thread has served it’s purpose. I am happy to know that there are so few who are truly alone at Christmas.