I almost forgot.
See Christmas for me growing up for the most part, consisted of my my mother stressing herself out over trying to buy us the shit other kids were getting and then saying things like "I wish it could be more," when you'd thank her on Christmas day. Like every goddamn year. Seriously, God bless the woman, but we really weren't THOSE kids. You know jumping up and down, and crying for this and that. We knew what the deal was. Useless shit wasn't worth her getting depressed over.
The reason why I'm sharing this, is I'm seeing that same look on the faces of people I work with. A lot of them don't make much money and kind of sigh and frown when you mention Christmas. It's pretty sad. A father feeling bad about himself because greedy retailers and insane consumers have to gorge themselves on gifts and profits, and he can't go along for the ride. I mean really.