I'm a huge fan of Abraham Lincoln. Especially his use of humor. ("I must laugh else I shall surely cry.") So there's humor in nearly everything. (Drove my ex-husband nuts! LOL)
The year I got divorced, we were still living in the same house. "Christmas at home" wasn't really an option. Some friends invited me to their house and this has become a tradition. They don't have much money, but have big hearts. (They "rescue" horses in their not spare time, with money they only wish they had.) So, there's no pretense. Dinner is eclectic, on a budget (that gets blown a bit because it's a holiday), and awesome. The first year, S baked a ham and was going to garnish it with cherries and pineapple. Realized at the last minute that she needed toothpicks, didn't have any, and the stores were closed. As luck would have it, I had a box of brand new horse shoe nails that hadn't been opened yet. She used a bunch of them instead of toothpicks. (Somewhere I have a picture!) For Thanksgiving, we're going out to a neighborhood restaurant. Buffet. Affordable, good, and no clean up or prep. If it wasn't for them, I'd probably find a soup kitchen of some sort to work at.
My all time best friend's birthday was a couple days after Christmas. Another friend had his BD on Nov 30 and shot himself the week after. These are anniversaries that ARE. No 2 ways about that. I miss these guys terribly in a lot of ways. I know it's a "thing". And it SHOULD be, you know? They were important people in my life. So I also take time to let myself feel that, as best I can. They will both have fresh flowers on their graves. I will make a point to do something, or say something that I know would make them smile and allow myself to feel the smiles when I do. I will spend some time, some dark night, contemplating what the barrier between where they are and where I am might really be. But I will also allow myself to know that they wanted the best for me, and that I'm still here so I have a responsibility to carry on.