Christmas is what you make it.
When i were a nipper it was ace, a large family meant Christmas was effectively split into 3 parts, Xmas Eve, Xmas Day and Boxing Day. Each day was a trip to different relatives and meant a deluge of pressies.
Got into my twenties and rejected the whole thing completely, refused to buy presents, tried to refuse presents, refused to visit etc – yeah, i was a real joy at this time of year!
A while later i slowly came to realise that i was actually suffering from a combination of SAD and depression and was deliberately pushing people away.
Now, me & MsD have made our own traditions. A nice meal on Xmas Eve followed by a walk up to the pub and a few drinks whilst listening to the brass band playing carols etc.
Xmas morning is smoked salmon and cream cheese blini’s whilst drinking bucks fizz and opening pressies, a nice walk then off to the local Indian restaraunt for a slap-up curry.
We only have Xmas Day together so that’s it, just us.