Out, I hope so :) For some reason, I do find Christmas hard and always have. I think even as a youngster there was a keen sense of it never being what it should be.
Please don't think, because of the above statement I am a dour joyless sort. Normally I'm the opposite but Christmas does bring out the inner grinch in me and I couldn't for the life of me articulate why! 
We probably are quite hippyish to be fair, although that should make me a peace and loving sort and to be fair for eleven and a half months of the year I am!
Thank you poocatcher :)
Pam I love that idea in theory, in reality I am shocking at anything crafty and it always looks awful 
Autumn, there's a lot I didn't explain in my OP.
Like the fact that I want this child more than the sun, moon and stars, like the fact that I want the child to have a storybook Christmas and summer and autumn and Spring, and the fact I can't give them that, although I want to so very much, and that hurts me in some hidden part of me I'm not very good at articulating.
It's not 'stuff' or lack thereof. It's more the reactions to that stuff, if any, I find wonderful or distasteful depending. A happy excited child is a joy whatever, wherever.
But if you think of the contrast between a snowy cottage with wooden floor and delicious smells of a real tree and piles of presents and new PJs and a lab bounding round and laughing indulgent grandparents and brothers and sisters and gorgeous family meal, it contrasts to a poky terrace with a worn carpet and no dog and a couple of presents.
I just don't want my child to feel shortchanged by me I suppose.
Running away in my head sounds lovely. :)
Now I apologise on this lovely day if I have brought annoyance of irritation to your homes but the hippie in me has bad vibes from the people saying I shouldn't have a child at all. So could you stop. Please?