I actually don't enjoy Christmas very much any more.
I'm a Christian, so for me Christmas is a lot about taking time to think about what it's really about, how Mary might have felt. I enjoy going to carol services, especially midnight mass.
Until I got married I spent Christmas with my mum, dad and brother. We would sleep over at my parents', then get up and do all the presents, then go to church. Then have a few drinks while mum cooked the dinner (I know, I know, we could have helped, but there it is) then once we'd eaten we'd play silly board games, drink more gin than was possibly necessary and eat all the chocolate.
Now, Christmas is just stressful. The carol services are no fun because my ASD son can't cope so if we go at all, I spend the whole time watching him, trying to keep him reasonably quiet and stopping him running around. I came home from Christingle earlier this month and stated I was never going back after that, it was horrendous. Not DS1's fault, he can't help it but I can't deal with it.
I can't go to Midnight Mass easily, as someone always has to be at home, and my husband plays the piano and organ so is nearly always "on duty" so he has to go and I can't. He could say no but then we are letting people down.
Christmas Day itself is a write off before it starts. My DH and I had very different Christmas experiences and expectations, and I really can't handle the way he wants to do things now we have kids. He signs all presents from Father Christmas - we never had a single one from FC, it was always from whoever they were actually from (although we did do the FC stuff - mince pies etc). I find that really hard. I also find it hard that DS1 (ASD) can't cope with the pressure of opening his presents and that both DS1 and DS2 tend to open presents and then chuck whatever is inside to one side without even looking at it because they aren't interested, whereas I want them to look and exclaim in joy... unreasonable I know, but it takes away any joy or excitement.
Both DSs refuse to eat a proper dinner, so I spend a couple of hours cooking a roast only for most of theirs to go in the bin.
Then the inlaws come round and I have to take myself off upstairs for about 2 hours as MIL has to be queen bee, so despite the fact that it is my house, and my children, I utterly cease to exist for everyone until they're gone.
Actually, I hadn't realised how much I am not looking forward to the whole thing. I wish I could go back to being about 12 when Christmas was still exciting and magical, both for presents and the birth of Christ.
Now it just feels like a bit of a slog. But on the plus side my football team are playing at home on Boxing Day so that will be a day out with my dad and brother, so that is something to look forward to.
Sorry OP, I'm sure Christmas is amazing with kids, and when my two are older, maybe it will be amazing for me. But DS1 is 6 and ASD so hard work (and also ODD so argues that black is white and has no concept of gratitude) and DS2 is 2 and has no idea what is going on and just copies his brother.
Actually, I just want to cry now. I want to go home to my mum.