I don't like Christmas, yet I do NOT like christmas. 

I don't hate it, I participate in certain activities happily. 

I don't love it, I find it annoying and pressuring some times. 

It's the time of the year where everything is supposed to be happiness, cheerfulness, family and love.

Yet I find myself sad for my loneliness, annoyed by other people's insistence, remembering my spread around family, and stressed about gift-giving.