My husband is a certified curmudgeon and HATES Christmas. I find that sad and a bit maddening -- especially since, as a self-proclaimed seasonal affective disorder victim, he has more need than most of the joy, warmth and light that [insert your favorite midwinter holiday here] is supposed to bring.
I, on the other hand, love Christmas -- something I learned from my father.
My father's family loved the holiday so much that, one year when they were especially poor, they wrapped up the furniture (in old newspapers, I believe the story goes) and "gave" it to each other for Christmas.