Anyone that hates Christmas is a fucking moron.
When I was 17 I worked at a gas station that also had a car wash. Not as many people used the car wash in the winter so the owner decides he is going to offset that by selling X-Mas trees in this dirt lot behind the station. So now my job was three nights in the station and two nights in the tree yard, which became two and three and then one and four until I was just a X-Mas tree salesman that used the bathroom in the gas station.
They were cheap trees so lifting trees all night was not a muscle problem...the problem is all the tree needles that find their way to brush up on any bare skin while you are awkwardly trying to tie it to the roof of a car or squeeze it into the back of a van because you are 17 and out grow coats on a weekly basis.
They leave needle shaped rashes everywhere and they still are kind of lingering come Valentine's Day. Oh and the owner bought a cassette tape of X-Mas music to help out the sales. But instead of giving you the little shitty tape player, he sets it up in front of the microphone for the PA. You know, the one that you normally just use to say, "You need to pre-pay pump five".
So it's Nat King Cole sounding like he is trapped in a soup can, selling trees that give you hives in the same place where the other eleven months out of the year homeless people like to have sex.
I was hating me some Christmas at 17...let me tell you.