Single Bells

Or rather the other way around — a hopeful hit was pressed into a single.
If it got lucky, it made it into the jukebox.

Then there are the other “singles” — the human kind.
They couldn’t care less about 45 RPM or vinyl grooves.
Restaurant owners don’t like them much; a table for one is not a bestseller.
Bars, on the other hand, are more than happy to host groups of singles —
at the bar, of course.

The fairy-tale origin of singles goes way back — all the way to the Book of Genesis.
Adam, the man of the very first hour, was Earth’s first nudist.
He was left alone in a garden, free to wander without worrying about a dress code.
A quiet guy, mostly because there was no one else to talk to.
Adam had no social skills — how could he?
He didn’t even know he was single.
A creator, however, found this arrangement boring — for both of them.
Too much solitude might turn Adam into an egomaniac or a narcissist,
so he had to be socialized.
Result: one missing rib and one brand-new companion.
And just like that, gender was invented.
So much for the origin creative story of humankind.

In modern times, singles have had a hard time defending their status.
Some stumbled into it by accident;
others chose it — thrilled by the freedom of walking through life solo (or driving a Porsche).
Those who dared to “come out” as single were met with pity or smirks:

“Oh, poor thing.” “What a loser.”

But then there were the others — the proud singles.
They saw too many advantages to give up: independence, career focus, creativity, freedom.
No interruptions. No commentary. No toothpaste debates.

Egoists? Maybe.

But they don’t see their child-free life as bad luck; it’s a decision.

Still egoists?

Possibly. But the Universal Declaration of Human Rights clearly states:
every human being — single or not — has the right to develop freely,
as long as no laws are broken.

There is, however, one time of year that still challenges the single life — Christmas.
The season that worships togetherness, family and cozy chaos.
And here come the questions, like clockwork:

“So… how are you spending Christmas this year?”
“Oh, you’re alone for Christmas?”

Not painful, just annoying.
Because underneath lies the unspoken judgment:

“How sad, spending the silent night all by yourself.”

Who said December 24 has to be silent for singles?
There’s always a jukebox standing in the corner, full of singles ready to turn up the volume.

Of course, that’s for the self-made singles — the ones who wear their status with pride.
For the involuntary ones, the season can hit harder.
The “most wonderful time of the year” can sound awfully hollow
when loneliness echoes louder than the bells.

Some families have a beautiful tradition: one extra place at the Christmas table,
ready for anyone who might need it. If any single will take that seat is another story. 

Others go further — organizing open community dinners,
serving turkey, potatoes, and kindness for everyone
who doesn’t want to spend the night alone.
There, among the once-lonely, warmth returns.
And maybe that’s the real Christmas spirit —
when the singles, the outsiders, and the forgotten find each other and celebrate.

Single Bells

Single bells, single bells,
Meet-up all the way —
Oh, what fun it is tonight
To laugh and sway and stay!

Single bells, single bells,
New friends on the way —
Christmas feels a little brighter
When we share the day.

Merry Christmas, dear singles of the world.
May your A-side play loud and joyful — and always stay in the groove.