If I wake up early enough I shall go for a santa hatted run through the villages to see who I bump into.

If I don't, we - me, Mr Jj and Jjunior (21) - will get up about 7.30 and have tea/coffee, possibly toast or muesli but accept that soon There Will Be Chocolate.
Pressies, stress from me about the mess, more tea, more chocolate, stress from me about losing tiny things, the consideration of something fizzy - but it will probably be pointed out to me that I will be asleep by 11am if I drink in the morning. ¦oD
Then ablutions and getreadinesses, and off we go to my mum's. She ALWAYS does Christmas - the best cook in the world, for a start, and never happier than when she has her babies around her.

"Babies" being me and my big sister, our other halves, and our "babies", all in their twenties. That's 11 of us (and perhaps a stray boyfriend or girlfriend of one of the baby babies), and we all stay at least until Boxing Day and usually another night too. Vast quantities of food and alcohol and laughter and snoozing and telly.
And ... for the past two years we've not done pressies.

We all decided that - as both my sister's and my families have both had pretty harsh times financially - that there was no point in adding the stress of excess spending. We're all terribly close and simply enjoy each others' company. We realised last year that we hadn't even thought about the big pressie exchange at all until one of us pointed it out at about 3pm. Truly and sincerely didn't miss it.
Then off to ma-in-law's the day after Boxing Day for a couple of days to meet and greet various sisters in law and their hubbies/partners, plus their offspring and another new layer of babies. Fabby doo.
Merry and bright.