It means I get presents and have to give presents....also I have to put up with a bunch of other people claiming that Christmas is about things that it really is not...

It means spending time with your family and just enjoying the season.Giving thanks for evrything good in your life.

It is stressful because it means racing around, spending money we dont have to give gifts and cards to people we dont really like (family mostly lol) and then we spend hours socializing and pretending to care what so many people have to complain about, or brag about. Next thing it's over and we are broke! The best part, is watching children open their gifts from Santa, and that is worth its weight in gold.

I was brought up christian so you can guess what it means to me. Of course, like most other people, christmas isn't christmas without presents and cookies.

The modern Christmas is all hype with a tinge of faith added for mystical effect. I hate it!

It used to mean Detroit and Snow, now it is completely empty T_T.

Not a damn thing unfortunately.

A day off.

Christmas has become a quiet time for us. We usually just have a nice quiet dinner together, maybe with a few friends...and we generally buy something we really need in lieu of an actual present...like a new duvet or something...but we still do stocking stuffers. I think the older I get the more I remember my childhood memories of Christmas--those are important to me.

As a Christian, Christmas means a lot to me because it was the day some more than 2000 years my Savior and Lord Jesus Christ condescended to be a man in order to die for my sins. So Christmas would always be a special day for me to reflect upon His unconditional love, sufficient grace and unwarranted mercy which is new every morning.

Absolutely nothing.

Nothing.

your mom jk not much

This is what it means to me: Its Christmas time.... we wrap up our gifts, put the bows so lovingly on them. We think about Jesus and how He came in to this world. The birth of the messiah. we sing the carols and stand awed at the birth of our savior. This Christmas....I stand remembering why He came...not for some pretty song for us to sing. Not for the goosebumps the Holy Spirit brings...not even really thinking about the life He lived. He came for the discarded, the cast aways, the ones in darkness...He came for me, as a drug addict, dealer, discarded, unworthy, unlovable....unfaithful. For God sent not the Son into the world to judge the world; but that the world should be saved through him. That is the reason for His birth. In the pit, in the slim, the garbage I wallow in...He came to get me out....if only I wasn't such a dog, and would stay out! He came to die, He came for a purpose. My sin on His mind. My face He saw. Behind His birth one purpose... left the throne, for one reason.... for fame on this earth? for notarization, and recognition? that He would have His name in lights? ....He came just to die. just to pay the debt. just to say "it is finished"