I can picture a scene with people walking through deep snow carrying parcels, going into a house where a blazing log fire and piles of presents lie around the tree. Smart glam people and the hostess smiling in a relaxed way. Lovely but somebody has to grit the roads, chop the wood , carry it into the house, somebody has to cook and probably be up all night preparing food, amuse the kids, talk to Ga ga elderly relatives and worst of all do the clearing up and stack dishwasher and unpack it. So for every lovely item someone has to slave, usually the woman. Sod it, I make a simple dinner for my unappreciative mother, share our presents and I read while she falls asleep. End of.