You holiday hating folks are wet blankets. Holidays, like much in life, are what you make them.
I love the holidays. It is up to every person to find something special in it and to make it special for other people. Even if just by expressing your love in a simple manner or just by making a point to spend time together without fucking off on a laptop or channel surfing.
When I think of Christmas, for example, I think of the way my parents got really excited about seeing us open presents and how hard they tried to make things special even when money was tight. How we would spin our special, cheesy Christmas records (like Willie Nelson's "Pretty Paper") on the stereo with the lights of the Christmas tree setting everything in the livingroom aglow.
My brother and I would help my Mom make hot spiced cider and we would all sit around and talk about special memories and joke around with each other while wrapping gifts for others. I also remember how nice it felt to come home when it was already dark and seeing the Winter stars twinkling above our home in the clear night sky; the roof strung with lights and glowing with warmth from the inside.