Quite frankly, Christmas doesn't mean much to me anymore. It did once, a long time ago. As a child it was an exciting time of the year. Even after I found out at seven years of age who Santa really was, it didn't lose its appeal. But that was in England where I was born and Christmas was a lot different than it is here 'down under' in Australia.
In Australia, Christmas fall in our summer months. For example, today 20th December, it is expected that the temperature will rise to around 40 degrees Celsius ( pushing up towards a 100 Fahrenheit) and hardly conducive to baked dinners and eggnog. Here it's salads and cold beer.
But its the overwhelming commercialism of the past few decades that really spoils it. Nearly two months before Christmas the shops are talking up Christmas. Now it's getting to the stage where people hold off on Christmas presents so they can snap up the after-Christmas bargains.
Family gatherings are the thing nowadays for me. Don't even go to many parties any more. Yes, family; a few cards and emails to friends. That's about it.