Looking back now at many Christmases ago, times sure do change. My first couple of Christmases were so magical and some of the best memories. They were better than birthdays, and it was the best time of the year. Though after middle school is when they change for the most part.
I remember every morning though, my brothers and I would get up as early as we could to see all the stuff "Santa" had left us. As I got a bit older, I did feel rather sad when I realized after getting all my presents that it would be another year until I'd get to do it all over again. When you're a kid, it really is all about the presents.
Though on Christmas Eve we'd usually have a our family gathering on my maternal side. It was one of the few times of year we'd get to visit my favorite cousins Justin and Morgan. We'd get a lot of presents sure (my favorites were the Hess Trucks from my grandma), but these were some of my favorite moments. My cousins are younger than me, and I do remember feeling a little bitter when the stack of presents dwindled down to a few envelopes. Even though we could get what we wanted, it did take away the fun of a surprise.
Though now I enjoy Christmas not for the few things I get every year but to see my adorable nephews and nieces enjoy their first Christmases. It wasn't long ago when it was just Mr. K, but now he's got 2 cousins (on my side anyway) and a brother to enjoy the holidays with.
Being agnostic, I no longer celebrate Christmas for religious reasons (though looking back our Christmases were very secular), though I'd like to point out that Christian or not Christmas is a part of our culture. A day to spend time with our family and friends, and spread joy in our own ways. Christmas means something different to each of us, though I always regret hearing stories of folks (for whatever reason) who have bitter feelings towards the holidays. Remember that some people miss special moments due to work (even on the actual day), and we must cherish the moments and make them our memories.