Literally this. I grew up in a house where Christmas was the thing. We would start in November finish by Thanksgiving. Enjoy it for December and pack it by my birthday in January.

To say my parents had an obsession with Christmas is an understatement. And as a kid I enjoyed the fruits of my parents labor. It was truly magical. But then I became a teen. And part of the magic was now my job. Hanging lights. Spending hours after school setting up the tree and going through and putting wreaths up in the windows. Or lining the stairway with garland and red bells.

And I quickly learned I didn't love Christmas as much as my parents. It's to much work. So I abandoned it. It kind of broke my mother's heart but it just wasn't something I wanted to devote the time to.

Now that I'm an adult I have exactly what I'm willing to put into it. I have 5 strands of prelit garland inside the house. 4 in the living room and one in the kitchen. A Christmas tree. A ceramic tree with colored lights probably 18 inches tall. And three strands of lights on the gutters outside.

Takes a day to put up and less to take down.

Gift giving is gone except for kids. My nephew's will get a few things. But me and my siblings aren't trading anything. And I might buy my dad a small thing this year but it's less of a Xmas gift and more of a thing I'd buy him just cuz.

The only other person I buy gifts for is my fiance.