When did holidays become something to be “survived”?

When did the holidays turn from something wonderful and magical to something that is meant to be “survived”?  I remember as a kid seeing the freshly cut Christmas tree lit up and shimmering, playing in the snow, listening to my dad read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, having a big holiday meal… All of that translated into magic for me. 

So how did the holiday season turn into the most stressful time of year?