This is the first time in my life I don't spend Christmas in the Canary Islands with my family and friends. And you know what? I'm not depressed whatsoever!
I am in Berlin right now. I was meant to be in Mexico, but that's another story... Most of the people I know in this town are away, spending these days with their families. There're actually fewer people that are born in Berlin. The majority come from abroad or from other parts of Germany. So that means that I have spent much of the time on my own. And far from having been a traumatic experience, I have found it, somehow... spiritual.
This year I've been away from social compromises, consumerism, huge dinners... Sadly, it hasn't been "white Xmas", but "grey Xmas" instead (closer to white than the blue I get in the Canaries' sky...). It's cold here. The arquitecture (Central Europe style) seems to fit the moment. Streets are quieter than usual. Even most bars don't open in Christmas Eve (amazing for a town like Berlin with such an amazing night life).
This solo experience has helped me have time to think about the people that mean something for me in this world. I'm glad to say that there're many. And that has made me feel good. I haven't been alone at all. I have had more contact (at least in a spiritual way) with those I love, than I usually would do while spending Christmas at home.