Recently, I discovered an essay What Christmas Means To Me written by C.S. Lewis . His personal views fifty years ago put up the shutters :
.... Long before December 25th everyone is worn out -- physically worn out by weeks of daily struggle in overcrowded shops, mentally worn out by the effort to remember all the right recipients and to think out suitable gifts for them. They are in no trim for merry-making; much less (if they should want to) to take part in a religious act. They look far more as if there had been a long illness in the house.
Let’s pull the plug on the world’s party…there’s a better way to celebrate Christmas.