I'm an adult survivor of a dysfunctional catholic family that decided half way through my childhood to stop going to church.
I never much cared for church (as a social place) or religion as I was always a skeptic and just didn't believe. Christmas became a three week long period of begging and hinting and feeling hopelessly poor--all about gifts. I grew to hate it.
Now I've lived more than half my life as an atheist and I'm very happy that way. At some point we called a truce on gift giving and agreed to just get together for a meal. That was a huge relief.
Partly because of modest income, parly due to conscious choice, I live simply, making do without many things. I recently put 97% of my things in storage and moved into an RV which I have parked off the grid in a remote wooded place in the mountains. I landed a part time job in the mountains near here so although I'm less than an hour from the hub of Silicon Valley I rarely go there. It is lone-some, quiet, serene, and simple.
Today I am planning a mountain bike ride and expect to greet friends on the trail. I'm bringing the dog to run, and a turkey sandwich.
I don't have to go to STBXWHNPDPAFTG's mom's house and eat her awful food in her filthy house.
I'm alone (well I have my furbaby who is ready to rock and roll ears a flappin') on December 25th; I'm not giving or getting gifts, and I'm ok.
Peace on earth! BW then 46, STBXWHNPDPAFTG the destroyer of my entire life.
D-Day 1 1999, D-Day 2,3,4,5,6... 2009 thru 2011.
Separated, divorcing, moving on.
I edit because I always make typos.