Mom was third-generation JW, but old enough to have celebrated Xmas before it became a huge no-no. Dad was baptized in order to get her to marry him, then disfellowshipped in 1968 (but they didn't divorce, just lived in a "divided house").
Dad's birthday (also not celebrated) is on the 23rd. He'd generally come home drunk on the 22nd and stay that way 'til New Years. We had no clue he was depressed because of the holidays/b-day/etc. Mom just insisted it was because he was "worldly."
He would often buy those big Xmas stockings full of candy for us--which Mom then "removed" from the stocking and pulled all the pretty Xmas wrapping off before allowing us to have it--the day after Xmas, so there would be no confusion.
It pretty much sucked.
Jankyn