To me, spending the month of December in somewhere like South Africa, or the UK, indeed much of the Western World, is like having a taste of what it would be like to live in a single party, dictatorship. Same songs everywhere (everywhere, meaining everywhere public - malls, shops, offices, hospitals, stations, airports), same "uniforms", same exhortations. Everyone is forced to join in.
But there are some good bits. I do enjoy having the whole immediate family under one roof again. I do enjoy the parties with friends. But the whole thing is nicely summed up by the American mathematician, satirist, and one time musician, Tom Lehrer.
Christmas time is here, by golly Disapproval would be folly Deck the halls with hunks of holly Fill the cup and don't say "when" Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens Even though the prospect sickens Brother, here we go again
On Christmas Day you can't get sore Your fellow man you must adore There's time to rob him all the more The other three hundred and sixty-four
Relations, sparing no expense'll Send some useless old utensil Or a matching pen and pencil "Just the thing I need, how nice" It doesn't matter how sincere it Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit Sentiment will not endear it What's important is the price Hark the Herald Tribune sings Advertising wondrous things God rest ye merry merchants May you make the Yuletide pay Angels we have heard on high Tell us to go out and buy
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle Driving his reindeer across the sky Don't stand underneath when they fly by