This used to be your favourite time of the year. Your absolute favourite.
Now you dread it - the red'n'green, the "Jingle bells" and gift hungry attention monsters you call family.
You need to relax. You buy the first gift for yourself - the cheapest whiskey. You take a large swing from the bottle and join the other zombies crawling between shops.
You know one day you'll get to like the season again, just maybe not this year.