Nothing like going through a massive charade just to LIE to you kids. Oh, wait, that pretty damn well describes religion doesn't it?
I mean, it would be one thing if we put out the presents, then had "Santa" show up to do the stockings, and maybe add a few more things, but it's such a bloody pain in the ass to have to first of all hide the gifts, then to try to silently get them out and under the tree.
I don't know what it is about Xmas ... I'm not typically a "suicidal" kind of guy, but all fucking day long I've been wanting to slash up my wrists, impale my gut with scissors, or slit my throat ear-to-ear, depending on what sharp object happened to be at hand. I don't think I've had a non-horrible Xmas since I quit drinking (21+ years ago) ... this bullshit was certainly easier to take after swilling down a fifth of gin.