YANBU.
I absolutely adore Christmas and I'd be perfectly happy if I got absolutely no presents whatsoever. I love the hustle and bustle of shops, the way every shop assistant greets you with a smile on their face, an elf hat on their head and a "Merry Christmas" on the lips. I love the surprise my family and friends have scrawled across their face because I'm absolutely amazing at buying presents and I know for a fact that every present I've bought is special in its own way. I love the decorations, the sparkle, the frost, the promises of snow that almost never come true, the advent calendars, the sense of occasion, buying the wrapping paper, cutting off little strips of sellotape and sticking it to my nose until I'm ready to use it.
I love the general happiness that goes with Christmas. There's magic in the air because everyone knows that a special time is coming.
And then there's the Turkey or the Roast Goose with vegetables, stuffing, gravy, sausages in bacon, three different kinds of potatoes and cranberry sauce. I love the chocolate Yule Log, Christmas Pudding, the crisp feeling you get in the air when you have to shrug your shoulders and put your hands in your pockets, watching your breath rise up into the air and then disappear, looking at all of the beautiful lights that someone has taken the time to display, the sense of togetherness that you get at Christmas, ice skating in Winter Wonderland, getting out your sled just in case it actually does snow over Christmas, making the very first footprints in a snow drift, Snow angels, Hot chocolate and Baileys, Mulled wine served in little German shacks on the High Street, settling down somewhere warm and enjoying that feeling you get when you just step into your slippers, looking at someone you love with wild hair from the wind and rosy cheeks from the cold, getting the family together to put the Christmas Tree up, curling up next to a roaring fire in your pajamas, waking up extremely early on Christmas Morning because even though you're old and boring you still hope that Santa has brought you a stocking, singing Christmas Carols with friends, pulling Christmas Crackers, telling the godawful jokes that go with it, trying to fit a silly paper hat on top of your head, having a play on everyone elses presents, playing boardgames in the afternoon because you're too full to do anything else, getting out your hats and mittens and scarves for another year and bundling everyone up in their coats so you can all go to the church service on Christmas Eve.
I've tried my best to explain this to so many people nowadays, and the only reply I ever get is "That just sounds boring". I did once get some twat saying that it's too much of a religious holiday for him and that he'd be happier if it were just another day, because religion has no place in the world today.
People are too cynical nowadays. Why can't you just be happy for something? And even if you aren't happy about something, there's no bloody reason for you to be such a Debbie Downer towards people who actually do care about this wonderful holiday.