Username: qtommy
Tis the night before Christmas and I was sitting on my kitchen floor surrounded by half-wrapped presents and a roll of tape that had somehow gotten stuck to my hair. 'This is a disaster,' I muttered, trying to free myself while fighting with the wrapping paper. I'd told everyone I was fine spending Christmas alone this year new job, couldn't get the time off, no big deal. But sitting there at 11 PM, I felt pretty pathetic.My phone buzzed. A text from my mom: 'Still wish you were here, honey. Miss you.' Then I heard a knock at the door. I got up and looked through the peephole. My neighbor from down the hall stood there holding a casserole dish.I opened the door. 'Um... hi?''Hey, I made way too much food,' he said, looking a bit embarrassed. 'Thought you might want some. I know you're alone tonight too.'I looked at him—really looked at him and saw someone who got it. Someone who knew that being alone on Christmas wasn't always a choice, but it didn't have to mean being lonely.'Come in,' I said, stepping aside. 'I have wine and terrible wrapping skills.' He laughed. 'Perfect. I have lasagna and I'm great at wrapping.' And just like that, Christmas Eve didn't seem so bad after all.