Ba Humbug!

I realized today while talking with Mick, what it is that I hate ( hate being a very strong word, I know) about Christmas. Money.
This season really needs to get back to its roots.
I'm not a huge fan of the overdone spectacle that Christmas has become.
I wish I could simplify, or eradicate many parts of it- with out pressure.
I feel like I have to do it all, and I just can't do it. I want to and I will, for my children.
I want to find that all important perfect gift for the great people in my life- all of them, but I don't know what they want, if they really need anything, and if what I can give them from my budget will be meaningful and express to them how much I do love them. It never adds up and that is the part of it all that I despise.
Call me a practical perfectionist in many regards, if you wish. Mostly, it's just depressing!
Can I go to sleep for my long winters nap and wake up when it's all said and done. I won't care if I don't ever hear Santa's bag rustling under the tree, the hooves of reindeer upon my roof, paper ripping, or anymore CHRISTMAS MUSIC for that matter.
I can't possibly be the only one who feels this way, am I?
I guess I'll grin and bear it, Santa did teach me that!