Used to have a grand time at Crissy; church, getting to see the family, exchanging gifts.
That was before all the nieces and nephews multiplied, resentments set in, and buying presents for everyone became a burden instead of a joy. Before the commercilism and silly mutilated versions of carols became more and more obnoxious and earlier with every passing year.
Now I live in a different country. After getting major reverse culture shock at my last Aussie Chrissy, I refused to spend another in a Western country ever again. I felt I was in Frankenstienland with sugar.
Now I just go to church, send a coupla Chrissy cards, maybe see a friend for lunch, and look forward to escaping the freezing cold for a warmer destination for two months.
Being all growed up, I don't have to celebrate anything I don't want to, but there's this little woman was in the tree by my window for days during the holidays until I passed out after drinking some funny tea... Now I have a burn scar on my thigh. Looks kind of like an "L."
I lucked out this year, and got a 'pass' on the family Christmas. But that's a first, not likely to be repeated . . . I guess what really grates about the holidays is my time is no longer my own, for at least 2 weeks, and I always have to be 'on'