I hate Christmas, really. I don't really give presents away or expect any.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I get mad when people give me presents. I don't want them, I don't need them.
Pfft, I hate Christmas Day. It's for children and families. Not for people like me.
I actually hate when people open my gifts, and I hate opening gifts in front of people.
I love Christmas. I never used to. I didn't hate it, but I could take it or leave it. But, as I got to the age of 25 or 26, Christmas became quite a big deal, and I love it now. I love the food, and I love sharing time with people.
I'm not romantic, and I don't like Christmas.
I hate feeling full, so Christmas is about the only time I really stuff myself.
Presents don't really mean much to me. I don't want to sound mawkish, but - it was the realization that I have a great many people in my life who really love me, and who I really love.
We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.
I love giving gifts. It's almost like I don't open my gifts until, like, three days after Christmas 'cause I want to give everyone else their presents.
I love presents, But since I've gotten older, I haven't really wanted anything. Christmas is about family.