*Quick life update: In 2019, I got a job teaching drama in Suzhou, China. At the start of 2020, when Covid was barely a blip on the world's radar, I went home to Kodaikanal, India for (what I thought) would be just a few weeks. To cut a long story short, I couldn't get back to China, I was let go from my job, and I got a new job as an English teacher in Madaba, Jordan, in 2021.
**Original post date: January 9, 2022
I didn't plan to be alone for Christmas. The plan was to go home after a hectic 5 months teaching English at a school in Jordan. After getting fully vaccinated, I had a wary but fairly optimistic belief that the worst of the pandemic that had wreaked so much chaos across the world would finally be over. I'd booked my tickets home for Christmas way ahead of time, I'd bought Christmas gifts for most of my friends and family, and I was ready to go home for some much-needed time with family. And then Omicron happened.
Traveling home became more risky. My one-year-old nephew was at home and unvaccinated. I was worried I would lose my job (again). Travel guidelines were going crazy with horror stories of long lines in airports and chaotic procedures. All of these things made me decide not to travel and instead spend Christmas away from family for the first time ever. It wasn't an easy decision. But I knew it was the right one.
I was then faced with the prospect of Christmas alone. Sure, there were going to be other teachers around. There were a few students around too - many of them from China. I could sympathize with their plight - having spent almost a year trying to get to China, I knew that procedure wasn't an easy one. But it wasn't the same. All my Christmas traditions ran on a fairly predictable cycle: I'd spend time with family - I'd get tired of family time and spend some time hiding out in my room - I'd miss my family and come downstairs again - I'd need a break and run away for some friend time in the woods, and so on. I had no idea what Christmas without this cycle could look like.
I spent the first few days traveling with friends. And then, once I came back to my apartment on campus, I spent a few days in bed with Netflix and a cat that meowed consistently outside my balcony door in a determined effort to get milk. Although I had planned to be a nice neighbour and have the students over for a meal or two, I found out they had been taken to Aqaba. Instead, I wallowed. Between bouts of wallowing, I managed to go shopping, see the new Spiderman movie, and put up my Christmas tree.
Putting up the Christmas tree was a new experience. I'd always had someone else around when I did this. That made the process a little more challenging. Putting up fairy lights, for example, became more challenging when I had to wind them around the tree by myself. They were too long, my hands were too short, and I lacked the requisite hand-eye coordination to wrap the string of lights around without tangling myself in it too. Once I'd put up all the ornaments I had, I realized that I hadn't bought enough. Not only that, the fairy light string which had seemed so long was not long enough to wrap completely around the tree. All this left my tree looking ratty and unfinished, like a postcard for Christmas Interrupted.
Come Christmas Eve. I was all by myself in my building. Things didn't feel too different. I was still in bed. I'd watched (and re-watched) several movies and shows including the new season of The Witcher, season 1 of Bridgerton, Love Actually, The Holiday, and (perhaps to offset all the Christmas feels) a few episodes of The 100 and the latest apocalyptic film, Don't Look Up. It had been raining on and off for a few days, and stepping outside felt like I was being poked with icy pokers. I'd made plans to go out and buy something to eat, something ... Christmassy. But going out in the cold felt like too much of an effort. So instead, I made instant noodles for lunch. When it came to dinner, I had a brain wave. What could get more Christmassy than hot chocolate?
With a little jugaad, an extended excavation of my kitchen cupboards and my fridge, and the discovery of marshmallows bought a few months ago, I finally had a cup of the richest, most delicious hot chocolate that a hodge-podge of cocoa, cinnamon, milk and some dark chocolate from the hidden recesses of my fridge could make. I had candles to light, fairy lights in a small glass vase and a couple of macarons for the picture (although after the hot chocolate, I couldn't take more sugar, so I didn't eat them). After a few sips, I was belting out Christmas carols, "Bohemian Rhapsody", "You Can't Always Get What You Want" and a few other karaoke classics in an hour-long session of home karaoke. It almost felt like Christmas Eve, but not quite.
On Christmas Day, I was done trying. There was no recreating the laziness that usually followed the whirlwind of social time I usually had in Kodaikanal. Or the family TV binge watch of a new show (usually recommended by my brother-in-law). Or the scrounging for Christmas leftovers that would be creatively combined to create an interesting mix of random flavours. So I found a great discount and checked in to a hotel at the Dead Sea. It was warmer than Madaba, but still quite cold. It was peaceful, since there were hardly any people around. There was one heated (but deep) pool inside the spa, where I spent a chunk of my time trying not to drown. I found chicken curry and rice and a waiter from Bangladesh. It wasn't Christmas, but it was ... something.
To sum things up, here's what I learned from the experience.
1. Don't expect it to feel like Christmas. Yes, your tree will probably look like crap - but with the right camera angles and a lot of candles, you can salvage it. Yes, instant noodles doesn't exactly scream Christmas. But if you're ready to compromise a bit, you can still have a few moments that make you 'feel' the season.
2. Don't underestimate the power of Christmas karaoke - or karaoke in general. Although, keep in mind that you probably would have to pretend to the world that it was after a lot of alcohol that you did a Bridget Jones and started belting out "All By Myself" (when in reality, you should blame it on the sugar).
3. Don't be afraid to do things that are notably not Christmassy. Spending Christmas Day in a swimming pool and having a tasty dinner alone in a crowded dining room (while listening to an audio book) isn't a normal Christmas. But that doesn't stop it from being fun.
4. Sometimes, playing it safe doesn't pay. After all of my precautions, I took my routine Covid test after returning after the holiday only to find that I had tested positive.