I think the problem for me with Christmas is that I still feel like a child. All I want is a colouring in book, a new bag of felt tips, some sweets, a book , something to do and something nice ( the surprise.) But as an adult I'm supposed to have outgrown my desire for colouring in! I always leave Christmas Day feeling somewhat cheated.
Mum would always buy me something daft at Christmas, but since she died , there's been nobody to do that. Roger tried really hard this year, but still no colouring in equivalent, maybe I ought to just tell him next year.