Normally right now - as in at this very moment! - I'd be at the traditional Christmas Eve meeting of the clan[1]. That's off (and the likely attendees spread all the way across various bits of country, one or two 'lucky' not to also be dug into a foxhole abroad).
Instead, I'm here visiting someone in a bubble that I've consistently maintained since the start of the whole thing, and we're watching University Challenge (having just watched Richard Osman's House Of Games) and this will probably be the limit of my (physical) associations for the next couple of weeks (which I don't personally consider a bad thing, don't worry), saving any retail I end up subjecting myself to.
(If the weather is good, there may be a drive out to somewhere in the next day or three, off the beaten track, just for the bubble.)
[1] Not quite so literally. And it's the 'clan' that consists of the people who variously married into my Dad's sister's side of the family and now consists of those who would be considered his great-great nephews and nieces now with four or five different surnames, absolutely none of them mine. (Assuming it was their turn to attend this do and not their spouses' versions of the season, which obviously doesn't always synchronise with the others). And, if anything, I'm the one who is the Nth cousin (M-times removed). But it's still family, and there's nobody from my maternal side that I know to be closer, so it's - normally - my perrenial meetup.