I'm fine now, but once the school closes down, it'll kick in fully. Everyone will be spreading holiday cheer, and I'm going to try not to overtly show my disdain. I can't like Christmas, in principle. On a larger level: I'm against buying gifts out of obligation, I abhor the commercialization of the season, and I'm not a Christian. Then there are the small-scale reasons why I hate this time of year. I don't like most Christmas songs. I don't like receiving gifts. I don't like how all stores are crowded with frantic shoppers. I already hated shopping. I don't like the deadline of buying and submitting gifts on a particular day. I don't like spending money. I don't like treating this day as if it is so sacred that it absolutely must be spent doing specific things with specific people. I hate the structure of it.
If I want to make my friends feel important and special to me, I just do it. No holidays required. I love picking up things that I know they'll need or want. I love writing them pleasant notes to get them through their days. I love being here when it is that they need me, and not when a holiday tells me I should be. I love being a great friend. I just hate doing these things for any other reason than because I want to.
Holidays feel like an excuse that I never needed, or asked for.