My parents more or less disassociated themselves from the Borg when I was very young, and I kept going to the Hall with my grandpa, an elder, until I was about 13 or so. However, although my parents did not profess to be Jehovah's Witnesses any longer, they also did no move on to anything else--they were terrified of what their relatives and the JW's might think, and I don't know if they knew how to move on anyway. Anyway, I did not attempt to celebrate Christmas until I was living on my own, I think when I was 21.
What I found out was, it had absolutely no meaning to me. Some friends who knew what I had been through have tried several times to make a nice Christmas for me, but I just couldn't get into it. I think I ended up going to a bar myself because I just had to get out. Since then, 10 years ago, I have tried various times to have some sort of Christmas celebration, and it just doesn't work. I have no feelings, good or bad about it. Just numbness. I've bought presents for people, helped decorate, and although I can feel the whole Christmasy buzz in the air, there always seems to be something wrong with it. I'm not trying to even bring up the materialistic side of it.
Anyone have similar feelings they would like to share?