Sorry but YABU. I'd be over the moon with such a situation.
Thankfully, we've now got to a point where my DSIL and DBIL + DB AND DSIL no longer want to exchange presents(the obligatory socks, vests, shirts, ties, bubble/shower gel/gift set(which I'm usually allergic to anyway, etc
I'm absolutely over the moon; I can actually buy myself what I really and truly want, guilt free(!), and I don't get any car boot &/or tat for Christmas. Yes, I know it's not the spirit of Christmas, but I used to hate receiving presents that once instantly opened, I knew I'd never need. Then, I'd have to write thank you letters to everyone. In addition, I'm disabled too, so getting to the shops at this time of year is a definite nono. The actual physical effort that goes into buying those presents that were carefully selected from non everyday street shops is definitely not an issue that many, many people, including my own family, truly appreciate, at all.The thought doesn't even enter their darling heads🙄.
I just buy the children presents, which gets easier when they hit a certain age, when all they want are gift shop vouchers. I buy those on the internet, plus a small selection box of chocolates, to make sure the present doesn't get mixed up in the litter. I've noticed that selection boxes and teenagers are a failsafe way to go. They get eaten that day and then their parents (including DB) have to deal with their own sugar high, hyperactive children. Touché. I had the exactly same comments when mine were little and my relatives (including DB) used to comment upon my sugar high DC. So, I'm slowly but surely getting there. For the little ones; thank goodness for internet shopping.
Another thing that won't cross their minds, is an additional complication I've had to deal with this year. I've had extremely serious surgery, in addition to my disability. I've been told by the doctors that it's going to take quite a long time to recouperate. As I can already foresee, our Christmas's tend to be rather rough and ready. I rather suspect my Christmas will be like last year's; alone, at home.
Being positive though, at least I'll have the remote controls, peace and quiet and guaranteed no sarky comments from DM. Oh, and I can totally slum it, in my pj's. With a bottle (sod that glass-too much washing up) and a box of my favourite chocolates. Chosen by me. 😂😂😂