Merry Christmas?

So . . . last night my parents sent me a HUGE box full of individually wrapped homemade cookies. Chocolate mint sandwich, lemon shortbread, walnut bars, oatmeal, walnut tarts, boysenberry pastry, macaroons, and even some delicious s'more cookies that are graham and chocolate chunk cookies with a marshmallow melted in-between. I took the box to lab this morning but barely missed my bus on Campus Parkway so I had about 15 minutes to wait for the next one. Normally I just start walking but since it was about 20-something degrees, and I was holding this big box of cookies, I decided to wait. To pass the time, I wandered around to the other people at the bus stop (about seven or eight others) and offered them some of the cookies. Most people were "uh, okay" some were "oh thank you" and some were "uh, how much?". One of the people came back over and said, "it's so nice to think that parents still do this for their children" and another lady gave me her hand warmers when she was getting on the 30. So nice! But I wished Merry Christmas to every person + the eleven or so more people once I got on the bus and passed out more cookies. I sort of got one mumbled "Merry Christmas" from the bus driver but for the most part, no return of the Christmas greeting. I got this same behavior from my neighbors that I delivered cookies to on Sunday. If someone was offering me cookies and said, "Happy Hannukah" or even the super lame "Season's Greetings" I would return the same. What's the deal? Are we so afraid of offending people that now we're just miserable and cranky? Most people were visibly suspicious of me this morning. Hopefully they were just frozen and in the depths of seasonal affective disorder?