In the first year of knowing my husband, and nearing the end of that year, I soon discovered that I was about to marry a serious Grinch/Scrooge. Here's what he says about Christmas:
"A chap, not born 2013 years ago, not born on 25 Dec, was thought by the Romans to be a troublemaker, and died in the manner was then standard for criminals. He had followers, all illiterate. Some seventy years later are the first written accounts of this chap’s life — as if you wrote what your illiterate father said that his illiterate father had been told by his illiterate father. Observe the absence of any pretence of a scientific standard of data gathering.
Being a people-centric rather than an elite religion, it did offer a better deal to the masses. It caught on. Three centuries later an Emperor decided that this would be his state religion. Whoopee!
Which is why we have to listen to Jingle Bells whilst pushing through crowded shops to buy useless tat which we then inflict on other people, such that they have to remember who gave them the rubbish, and have to remember to have it on display when we visit again, and try to pretend to be grateful.
Whoopee!
Please, no gifts.
http://www.jdawiseman.com/no_gifts.html"
So, yes, I know exactly what you mean about what it's like being married to a Scrooge.
-MaryAnne