After Christmas, I turn 38

I'm going to disclose an abominable secret - I don't like Christmas. I do feel guilty about it. I don't have an urge to decorate my home with pretty red candles, Advent wreaths, mistletoe, bake all kinds of pretty Christmas cakes... I think my heart is totally dead to it.
I was growing up in a communist country, and we always had school on Christmas. I only got to decorate the tree on my birthday - 3 days later. And if you bought Christmas decorations it didn't say Christmas decorations on the box - it said "New Year's decorations". Needless to say I was not brought up a Christian (but that's another story - the one about the hidden Catholic values I only now understand were indeed strongly implemented).
My partner of last three years, husband for the last year gets so sad every Christmas now that he spends it with me. It breaks my heart to see him cry. He's Norwegian and was brought up with those great Christmas things like pepper cakes, Julenissen, (Norwegian for Santa), ribs for dinner (I am a vegetarian)... Then I'm eaten by guilt for destroying his Christmas.
Then, I turn 38 tomorrow. But that's another post.