This year was my fiftieth Christmas, and the first one over which I saw no family. One phone call from my brother on Christmas Eve, texts from my sister and mother, Discord comment from my cousin. That was the entire family contact. I wondered whether this would be good for my mental health. Turns out it was absolutely fine. I watched episodes of #Shetland, read #ChaletSchool books, and ate my weight in sweets. And no one hit me, yelled at me, or passive aggressed me.