Dear Neighbors that invited me over for dinner,
I wasn't sure you actually meant it, since you didn't tell me a time range to come over. So when I worked up the courage to come across the street, and knocked on the door, I heard laughing inside, but no one answered. I didn't want to bang on the door, so I went back home. Had my favorite Kashi microwave dinner, and an apple tartin from Trader Joes (well I didn't eat all of the tartin, yet).

To the world in general - if you know a single person, invite them over for a holiday meal, but tell them when, so they know you actually mean it.

I hate holidays - they only remind me that my severely disfuctional family is scattered to the 4 winds. And yes, I did choose to move here, or move again - don't ask me what I'm looking for, maybe it's a reason to stay put. Holidays are just something to get through.