Heh well that makes me feel a little better 
I think it's interesting how strongly people feel about this sort of thing.
I loved christmas at my grandparents', as a child. Even with, shock horror, presents after dinner, as is the norm in Scandinavia. It meant months of anticipation, as I only saw them a few times a year. The wait for December to come around. The day before when I'd be excited and happy beyond belief and always found it difficult to sleep.
The wait on the day, while we all got ready. The car journey, which always included a particular road that was loads of fun because it's got loads of little very steep hills. We called it 'the bumpy road' and my dad would drive quite fast so we'd all get butterflies in our tummies. It was an essential part of the Christmas build-up 
Then, once we'd arrived, little bowls of sweets and the little bonbon jar with gummi bears in it. The pretty little box that was always filled to the top with my grandad's favourite salty liquorice pastilles. We weren't routinely allowed sweets so it was a very special treat to have them readily available.
In the afternoon, settling down to watch the traditional Disney Christmas compilation show, which is always shown on danish and swedish telly. The happiest time, myself and my siblings all sat on the sofa with snacks and treats and watching all the best bits of the very old disney shows and films. My favourite was the one where Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse and Goofy go on a caravanning holiday. We weren't allowed to watch much television so this was also very special.
Christmas dinner. So lovely. All of us seated around the big table, my grandmother serving up all the lovely dishes. Everyone happy and relaxed.
After dinner, coffee and cake and the adults seated around the living room table while we children milled about and busied ourselves with interesting bits found in one of the many drawers full of knick-knacks.
Finally, dancing around the Christmas tree led by my grandfather while we sang hymns and carols. And the best song saved for last, Nu er det Jul igen! (Now it's christmas again) while grandad led us in a merry dance all round the house, in and out of rooms and back to the tree.
Presents handed out one by one by my grandad. We each waited and watched as the given individual would open and admire their present, and of course grandad would try to make sure the little ones were given theirs at good intervals so they wouldn't get bored.
I never felt deprived, in fact every time I felt it was just perfect.
I miss my grandparents and the lively family gatherings we used to have.
Happy christmas everyone 