I feel like the older I get, the less I enjoy christmas. I still can remember when I was 8 years old, I was really looking forward to christmas and seeing my relatives again. And I was sooo pleased when I saw the presents under the tree and the dinner on the table and the fairy lights hung up everywhere in the room, mirroring in my eyes. But now… Being more or less an adult, I hate christmas. I hate seeing my relatives, seeing how pseudo-friendly they can be. And I hate to see people being nice and happy just because they have to be! Because the society told them to act like they are happy, “ ‘cause it’s christmas!“ And I really miss this feeling. This feeling full of pleasure when I saw the beautifully decorated room. It’s gone. It’s gone just like my anticipation for christmas. And sometimes I’m jealous of my sister. She’s 8, full of joy, and full of happiness. She doesn’t know the truth yet that christmas is just a big lie. Nobody’s happy. Nobody likes the presents they get. Nobody wants to see their relatives who are completely meaningless during the rest of the year! But everybody misses christmas like it used to be when we were younger.
— L.R., The pleasure of christmas