When I was a kid, I remember spending Christmas in California with my dad and stepmother; some years they'd invite dozens of in-need folks from San Francisco's Glide Memorial to their house for a hot Christmas dinner. It felt so weird back then spending the holidays with strangers, but it has made a lasting impression about how the spirit of giving can be manifested.
Years later, working as a bartender, I often opted out of heading to see family for the holidays. With work kicking into its busiest times, I usually poured drinks every night of December. This meant that, along with other co-workers (many of whom I didn't know too well), we had no big plans with loved ones for the holidays, but still wanted to feel the love. Someone would always open up their apartment to the "strays," and often new friendships were born.
We're wondering about your stories of spending holidays with either strangers or acquaintances. Although perhaps not a first choice, it often works out and breaks other more family-centric traditions in the best way possible.
Tell us your story.