Christmas in an airport

For all those at home in the UK, it just turned Christmas. For me and the many others here in Montreal Trudeau Airport, it's Christmas Eve. There are a lot of fed up faces. The queues have been excessively long. I spent 2 hours waiting to drop off my luggage, not even to check-in and get my boarding pass because I already had those. I have to admit though, the queue through security though long moved very quickly.
The past few days have been quite quiet, with people leaving one by one. Yesterday was really hard. The 3 girls left. I waved them off at the bus stop. Most of the remaining boys also departed. I didn't get to say bye to some of them.
I kept myself busy so as not to feel too sad and sorry for myself. I dropped of keys and books, did laundry and researched things for my project. I didn't have enough money on my card to pay for the dryer so I spent the evening watching a film and chatting to friends whilst blow drying my clothes. Second time this week that. Later on I also cooked all my food and boxed it up for today, then cleaned all my cooking equipment before shutting it away in Mihai's locker. This was an unusual arrangement considering I was leaving them for Gaston.
I slept in today on the reasoning that milling around all morning doing very little wouldn't be any fun whatsoever. I had just enough time to almost completely clean my room before Jeff came to pick me up. I said bye to Nico, feeling a little bad leaving him all alone on our corridor and departed Sherbrooke.
It feels weird to have left. I was so very grateful to have a lift to the airport instead of struggling with buses an public transport. Oh yeah, it saved me $30 dollars too :)
So now I'm here, at the airport. I've been here for 3 hours and at least 2 to go before my flight leaves because it was delayed. I should in fact be nestling myself comfortably into my seat but alas, Parisian airports and snow do not make for reliable transport links. I'm hoping that being delayed here, (where, with it's free wi-fi and an accessible plug socket, it's not too tragic) just cuts down my waiting time in Charles de Gaulle. However, that flight could also be delayed and I have been warned that I may miss it altogether.
It feels like the Christmas I was really ill, as in I'm not sure I'll be in much of a festive spirit. I'm listening to Christmas carols in a vain attempt to not become a female scrooge but it's hard because I don't want to leave and I don't want to spend Christmas day alone in an airport or on a plane.
So season's greetings, Merry Christmas, Joyeux Noel, Frohe Weihnachten, С рождеством, Nollig Chridheil Feliz Navidad to one and all.
God bless.