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I used to hate Xmas like hell. Everyone's in a forced "happy"-disguise, buying stupid presents at the last minute, annoyed and stressed. And everyone expecting me to buy super expensive gifts, just because "you're loaded!" While still making zero efforts to gift something thoughtful back (because "you already have everything"). I were happy when it was over for like 40 years of stinky fucking Xmas shit.
Then I met my wife, we cut out ALL toxic people from our life, noone expects anything, we gift tons of tiny silly things we enjoy getting or making ourselves (the best gifts!), spend hours wrapping the stuff and then we have a fucking great Xmas for ourselves with great food, beautiful thoughtful gifts, watch some movies etc. Now I learned to love Xmas.
My point? If you're not forced to work in retail with those aweful people and ghastly playlists, it's not the fault of Xmas, it's just the toxic people around you that spoil everything.