Years ago, I remember thinking "NO! It's too fucking early for Christmas. I'm blocking this shit out until I'M ready for it." So i muted every Christmas ad on TV and the radio. I avoided every retail store I could from Novermber 1st on. If I had to go in, .i wore headphons and kept my eyes straight down until I got to the section I wanted. I refused to look at decorated houses, keeping my eyes on the road. And I kept this up until I was ready to start Christmas...on December 21st. I figured, OK, less tgan a week to go. I'll go buy my gifts, take in the holiday stuff, and start making jolly now.
Ends up it wasn't that easy.
I found out that, having spent seven weeks angrily pushing away everything remotely related to tye holiday, I couldn't just suddenly embrace it. All the aspects of the holiday I liked - certain holiday songs, fun decorations, a vague sense of optimism and positivity - were at best very conflicted in my brain. I couldn't just say "no, I like this now" after nearly two months of convincing myself I didn't. And of course, gift shopping was a major pain in the neck that year, what's with the last-minute shopping and all. That didn't help my mood in the slightest.
Worst of all was the day itsellf. Unlike most families, apparently, mine is pretty solid. In fact, some might say it's doenright disgusting in its functionality and cheerfulness.

Christmas has always been a day to get the family together, share a meal, exchange presents, and have a good time. And although they haven't all been specifically memorable, there's never been a "bad" Christmas. I don't recall any fights, or major arguments, or bad feelings. Even the two Christmases I spent grappling with depression were rekative bright spots in gloomy stretches.
But this parricular one, I just felt disconnected. The meal was just a meal. The gift exchange wasn't memorable, except that I felt the gifts I picked were even worse than normal. (I am a bit notorious for not picking out good gifts.) And although everybody was friendly and cheerful as per usual, I felt off. Like this wasn't REALLY Christmas.
Since that year, I've taken Christmas as it comes. Some Christmas stuff I'm ready for at the all times - a well-decorated house, strings of multi-colored Christmas lights, a good rendition of "O Holy Night". Some stuff I need time to get ready for - snowfall, cartoon specials, choirs singing. And some I'd just as soon skip - doorbuster sales, American Idol contestants singing "Baby It's Cold Outside". But I've gotten better at filtering it. Pulling in the stuff I like, ignoring the stuff I dob't. And that's made my Christmases a lot better.
Lex