I've always had a love-hate relationship with Christmas.
Love: presents (both giving and receiving), company, staying up late, singing along to my dad's old vinyl records...
Hate: endless musings about the 'meaning' of the holiday (sorry Christians! I do give a lot of alms to the poor, but I don't want to philosopher about it! If you start the 'birth of Jesus is the most important' thing, I WILL get at you with German and Roman light feasts.), endless talking at the table. For some reason or another, I still am the 'child' who wants to get away from that food and play with those new toys (nowadays: board games). When I was a teenager, even my two year older cousin was so much more adult than me - and I wanted to be an adult too, so I copied her behaviour while being frustrated about the play time I was losing because of that.
As I've got a few young nephews and nieces now, who want to get away from the table as much as I do, I have totally reconciled with the holiday.