Not to everybody's taste

Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

Christmas doesn't appear to be to everyone's taste. It looks like he has had too much of the festive season already.
When I first saw this gent in the shop, he was just resting his head on his fist. As I moved in closer to capture him, his pose slipped into one of pure frustration!