everything, the tacky musak in shops, the yo ho ho of the underpadded santas, grinning demoniacally at the little tykes, the family row on the day, the presents you don't want, aren't suitable, having to fix a smile when you know the one you want to be with has passed away, to be jolly when you don't want to be. The tv rubbish, the drunken stupidity of the out laws who can't keep their traps shut for long enough before the day is ended.
the plastic tree which won't shed, lights that ding out just as you got that last light fixed in, decorations that come down from the loft smelling of mildew, and the distant relatives who knock on the door who you are not expecting, but want to wish you a Merry Christmas as they were passing,
expecting an egg nog or two. The sickly chocolates that stick in your teeth, the drink that gets spilt, and the people who won't go home, having to unglue them from the lampshade,
apart from that .....