I sometimes feel that I'm 'doing' Christmas because I feel I have to and not for the joy of it. December has always been a rather depressing month for me, maybe going way back 67 years to the three weeks I spent in hospital with pneumonia without my family round me. That has made me permanently anxious about Christmas, with a fear of being alone. Now, although I have always sent stacks of cards to old friends, it has become ridiculously expensive. E-cards are cheerful, but you can't prop them up on the mantelpiece!
I've got another 'keen'... Ouch!