Not quite "ho ho ho"

If I could, I would tear up my airline tickets and beg the world* to leave me alone. I would bury my head under the covers and just cry until this festive season is over.

But doing that would only make it worse: as much as the world's attention seems like an unbearable burden, I am even less happy when the world does leave me alone.

I have no idea how to get through the next days, this season, the rest of my life.

* To be clear, this is a metaphorical "the world" consisting of obligations and responsibilities and duties and things that I contracted in good faith to do; it certainly doesn't include you. Your presence is very much desired.