I spent Christmas at my MIL’s since 2004 until the pandemic. She is a widow and lives alone. my parents were in the States, and then passed away, and the costs to travel there were too much. When we lived further away, we stayed at hers Christmas week, we got the tree until she decided they were too messy, and bouhght and took a lot of the fixings for dinner. I cooked the sides, and she cooked the roast.
When we moved closer to her in 2013, we spent Christmas Eve, Christmas and boxing day with her and spent two nights there, and I gradually picked up more and more of the cooking and prep till it really fell all on me as she was getting older. There wasn’t a lot to do as she lives in a small market town that shuts down for Christmas week, so after DH saw a couple of his friends, the holidays were pretty boring
Then the pandemic hit. It was the first time DH and I had Christmas to ourselves. Whilst the circumstance was not great, I have to admit it made a really nice change. no travel, no hassle, no expectations. Now she comes here on Christmas day…DH picks her up, I make lunch and we have a visit in the kitchen, exchange presents, and then he takes her home in the early evening with a basket of goodies (biscuits, huge chunk of stilton, biscuits, bottle of port, etc). We do the same for Easter and her birthday. During the year, we pop by once a week to see she is OK and to visit. She’s 90, so often falls asleep in the easy chair after the Christmas meal anyhow, and DH and I are tiptoeing around so we don’t wake her up. It isn’t that festive, but we have a responsibility to make sure she has a decent holiday and isn’t on her own.
My long way of saying I totally get why your husband wants just to chill out on Christmas. I’m frankly looking forward to having the holiday to ourselves and relaxing rather than having to be up early, worrying if the joint will be to her liking, or withstanding the comments there isn’t enough gravy, making endless cups of coffee, tea, and all that clean up. I like a tree and presents, but to be fair, I’d be happy with a roast chicken and some mash and a bottle of wine, with a store bought cake for pudding.