We have them here. I know, because I
rang this year. First time ever. Part of my personal "do something different" campaign for better mental health.
Here's how to help solve the "missing bell ringer" problem in your area--not just addressing the OP, but all of us
Call your local Salvation Army and volunteer. They don't care if you are "one of them." (I'm Catholic, wear my crucifix prominently, and they even accepted me. No application, no drug testing, no fingerprinting, just my phone number so they could call and remind me--I needed that, thank you!)
I rang two Saturdays, for two hours at a time. It was easy. It was fun. The time went by really fast, probably because I greeted everyone, made lots of eye contact, wished everybody a good morning or a Merry Christmas, and complimented people on their brilliant beautiful children, who they were obviously raising right. Time really flies when you are having fun.
It is a total blast. And it's not too late--they (you can) ring right up to Christmas Eve. You really do have the time. Really.
And you get something unique, for yourself: a real wash of internal Christmas spirit.
Look up your local chapter: