I love Christmas! But it's not without its downsides, for me. When I was younger, I used to 'Springclean' the house for Christmas. Everything was done, and the house was absolutely spotless throughout. Last job - scrubbing the kitchen floor on Christmas Eve, before the onslaught of guests arriving on Christmas Day. (Sometimes to stay over until New Year.) Such a lot of work for me - I was often exhausted!
I can't manage all that work now - and it hurts me that I can't. (Silly, I know.) I do my best. But now there isn't an 'onslaught' any more. My sister and brother-in-law have died, my brother has moved to Spain ...
I still 'do' Christmas Day for my children and grandchildren. But I miss a full house over the Christmas period (even though I know I couldn't cope with it now).
So, for me, Christmas is tinged with sadness for what once was.
I still love it, though. And yes I cry when walking through town and hearing the Salvation Army Band playing carols. Yes! Still go to Midnight Mass, and am moved at the mystique of it all.
The only thing I loathe is people writing 'X' where 'Christ' should be!