I don't really feel like going into too much, but this past Christmas day has been, in the words of Ebeneezer Scrooge, a "humbug". Keyphrases regarding my Christmas include: "no presents other than cash", "soup for dinner", "brown Christmas", and "only half of family here".
Add to this list "was thought to be gay by new friend met over intranet" and the day's complete.
This is why I don't like to make a big deal out of things like the holidays, my birthday, Jesus' birthday, etc.
The more you expect, the less you get.