Not only am I tired of it, I loathe Christmas. It's a time of excess stress, colours and people. I hate my family and I'm not religious, so it holds absolutely no meaning for me except as a marketing ploy to the overly-sentimental. Everyone's unnecessarily cheerful and every time I get a present I just feel guilty, and despite the fact I didn't even want it, I feel obliged to act grateful and get them presents in return.
And yet, I can't escape it. Everywhere I go there's goddamn tinsel, or Christmas lights, and crappy repeats of the same songs and movies on the radio and T.V. It's a freaking psychadelic trap, and all I want to do is tell everyone to cheer the fuck down, but I'm always forced to stay and greet my idiotic relatives and family friends, and act cheerful and polite.
So basically, if I had it my way I would spend Christmas curled up in my room with a book, a loaf of bread and several mugs of coffee, and may everyone else enjoy their feasts and company; I want no part of it.