The Trouble with Christmas

So, no, this is not a mistake. I read this because I kind of wanted to see what the big deal about these little Christmas books is. I know it is unfair to just read one and have it represent the whole genre, but this one appealed to me because the main character supposedly dislikes Christmas as much as I do.
What I went in expecting:
That similar feel to episodes of Gilmore Girls when it is the first snow in Stars Hollow, a similar experience to eating a milk chocolate bar (enjoyable but fleeting), and maybe a laugh or two. I also just read an article that said this genre focused on “the holiday spirit”, the non-religious aspect of the holiday that brings “joy” to what I view as a commercialized, capitalist nightmare of a holiday.
What I got:
Female characters who are identical except for extreme descriptions of their physicality (this one is voluptuous! This one does yoga!) They are all (and I'm including the old lady and the teen girl here): smart, calculating, have the best interest of the town at the center of their very core, clumsy, need to be saved every five minutes and hard-headed.
I almost vomited during the hot tub sex bit, and I almost quit with the scene when the Alpha Male wipes makeup off the main character's face because she does “not need to wear that crap”. Controlling much? How about when he blatantly starts bossing her around towards the end of the book and making decisions about their relationship without discussing it with her first?
Sexy!
If Madison would have pulled a new business deal that saved the town out of her ass at the end of this book, I would have liked it more. BUT NO! We get a convoluted kidnapping plot! We have a clear message that people who are having money trouble are “desperate” and will resort to scams!
If anything, this is not my kind of book. I probably just need to read one every couple of years to remind myself. I do the same thing with cozy mysteries. Another genre I just...can't do.