Luckily, it is not the case in India. While what the world hears about are the religions riots that periodically erupt in my country (and I would like to believe we have now matured enough as a nation for there to not be any more of them), what gets forgotten is that centuries old reality of India is one of religious amity and co-existence.
Blame it on my convent school eduction, and a childhood spent reading Enid Blyton if you wish, but I don't remember a time when I did not have a Christmas tree in my house. And my mother always baked a cake for Christmas. You could, perhaps, say that mine was a slightly elitist upbringing, and not representative of the nation as a whole, and I would agree.
But the fact is that Christmas, like most other festivals, has become a secular celebration in the country. On Thursday, dozens of people in office wished me a Merry Christmas; nobody wished me a Happy Holidays. None of the people I saw shopping for Christmas decorations looked Christian. There were women who's green glass bangles branded them as Maharashtrian Hindus, there were women who's headdress proclaimed them as Muslims. They were all buying ornaments for Christmas trees!