I don't hate it for the same reasons you do, as in being alone. I hate it because the "spirit" of "gift giving" is more like, manslaugter in a mall parking lot and working retail until you can't feel your body and cannot spend any time with anyone other than strangers checking them out while they complain about their wait.
The spirit of some other idiot getting the best gift in the world for someone that'll just return it.
While I find it both amusing and annoying, I hate it and enjoy it. I hate that it's what it is now. Eff the fat guy in the red suit. I want a bonus and the month off.
We're supposed to slow down in the winter, but seemingly we pick up our pace and thrust ourselves into a nightmare. And whatever idiot thinks shopping for a great gift on the 23rd or 24th is brilliant needs to either accept that there's a consequence for waiting for the last second or go home and avoid the madness.
Don't have holiday spirit, don't believe in holidays. Just feels alone when everyone eles is spending time with family.
I was this way for a number of years, then found my own meaning and holiday spirit. I, too, dislike the commercialization, rushing the seasons, stupid canned music in public places, banal holiday parties, etc. so I just don't do that any more. I spend time with the people I want to be with, stay away from annoying crowded places, and observe the season in my own way.
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. We should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open. -- Raistlin Majere