The following letter was given to me by my grandson who has Autism.
Grammie: I really hate Christmas; it is so confusing. The tree in the house, the cookies that I can’t eat "till Christmas," the freak out I see in my mom and the impending doom of "relatives" who only come once a year and always want to ask me the same questions but never like my answers. And then there is the "gift" thing. To me gifts are supposed to be something the person who gets them wants and enjoys. But NOT at Christmas. First I have never liked surprises, social judgment or social performance. If you really want to give me something I want, ask me what I want and don’t wrap it, or act like it’s a surprise. This is so much pressure that I just don’t know how to cope and people seem to get mad at me if I act like "me." Don’t get me wrong, you should be able to play gift giving the way you enjoy it, but, for me, LEAVE ME OUT, let me be private with my gifts that will truly help me to enjoy them.