we would do stockings at the crack of dawn, and what was in there would keep us occupied for a fair amount of time.
Then church, and helping set up for lunch - we had quite a formal table setting for Christmas which we loved getting ready, all the beautiful things that only came out once a year.
Then either we would go round to neighbours for a drink, or they would come to us.
Then lunch!
Then helping tidy up and watch a bit of a film.
Then everyone into the living room then - gasp! The doorbell would go! Dash to the inside front door, open it - second gasp! - a huge sack of presents in the porch! That wasn't there before! Drag it into the living room and away we went.
This went on for a long time. We never noticed that my mum wasn't in the room when the doorbell went, nor recognised her duvet cover.
I have only once done presents in the morning, as an adult. Hated it. It was all over in 10 minutes. The way we did there was always something happening and the expectation and anticipation of what was to come was great!