Christmas to me is and probably always will be two wonderful things: first, nostalgia, especially family remembrances, and second, the real but hard-to-define "Christmas Spirit", which has over time been absorbed into the first. Only a vestige of Christmas Spirit still exists, and it's now just a facade, but at one time in my life it really existed.
Yeah, I'm ancient, but in the case of Christmas at least, I'm glad. I have real memories of a time when Christmas was real and made people feel good. And it wasn't all that long ago, either, as recently as the late 60s, maybe early 70s. OK, for many of you it was before you were born, but in the scheme of things it wasn't that long ago.
I used to start celebrating Christmas as soon as the weather began to turn, usually sometime in November, sometimes as early as October. That was before commercialism took over; now I still decorate and celebrate (in December), but the real Christmas for me exists in my memories, and I love them!
I feel sad that many of you don't know of a time when Christmas actually had a meaning, and I understand why most of the comments above are decidedly negative. If all I had ever known was Christmas from the 70s on, I'd probably feel the same way.