Christmas lost meaning years ago

As a child, I always looked forward to Christmas Day.  I'd go to sleep at 8 p.m. Christmas Eve with the goal of waking up after midnight to celebrate the birthday of Jesus Christ.  To see what gifts I had under the tree left by Santa Claus.
By the time I turned 10, several weeks after my younger brother arrived to Cottondale, Alabama on Labor Day weekend 1979, I realized that a jolly white man wearing a red and white suit riding a sleigh led by a red-nosed reindeer did not exist.  
While everyone was counting sheep, I woke up and headed into the living room. I caught my mother slipping my bicycle under the tree.  I didn't confront her. I went back to bed and heard her scream, "Santa Claus just came.'
I wasn't mad. I was grateful to get presents even under the pretense. The traditional Christmas tradition, equipped with Santa Claus, his wife, reindeer, elves, mistletoe and Frosty the Snowman,  will remain in my heart forever.
By 1 p.m., we'd be eating turkey, dressing surrounded by cranberry sauce, green bean casserole and hot buttered rolls with pound cake. 
Unfortunately, Christmas has lot that symbolism across the country. The holiday has become too commercialized. 
I got a big dose of that for Christmas 2020.  I fought off cold, windy rain to make a special for someone who lives three hours from me. We have a standing tradition where I get a call after midnight saying the gifts were open and they loved it.  The call came nearly at 1:30 a.m., which I returned to sleep after awaking up at 10:45 p.m. and returned to sleep at 1 a.m. I didn't get a standard 'I like the gift' message.
From where I sit, I'm insulted. I know people make mistakes, but that person knows how much I don't tolerate getting disrespected. I informed the person that I won't go the ''extra mile" anymore and will make changes to my will.
​Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!
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