I still have vivid memories from my childhood of my mother getting stressed out and crying on Christmas Day because the turkey wasn't cooked properly, or some damn vegetable or other had been overlooked. Even then (despite finding it all very exciting at the time), I felt that it just wasn't worth the fuss. A long, manic build-up to the big day, a present-opening frenzy below the Christmas tree, and days of over-indulgence at the table, and finally, inevitably... a melancholy feeling of "Oh, was that it?"
My ideal Christmas would be to see my family and friends, eat some nice food, but not make a big fuss about it, and squeeze a decent bike ride in if the weather was kind to us, or a long, hilly walk if conditions weren't quite so good. I'd ban presents, cards, tinsel and all that stuff altogether.