The thing is, IMO, if it were left to our men (many of them, anyway) they’d just get some beers and wine in, and order a takeaway.
As for presents, just don’t bother.
TBH in dh’s all-boy family, they never really bothered anyway. To dh, all Christmas ever really meant was huge meals cooked by poor old MiL*.
All the bits I loved - stockings, carols, giving presents, meant very little to him - but I think they do more so now.
One year, when we were living in Oman, we invited MiL and FiL to come to us for Christmas, when it was lovely weather compared with the U.K. in December.
MiL jumped at it. FiL fussed and grumped, saying he couldn’t possibly leave the house in December, what if the pipes froze (in London??) etc.
Mil (who’d been cooking 🎄dinner for up to 12 in a tiny kitchen for 40 years) said, ‘Well, you can do what you like - I’m going!’
Of course they both came in the end, and had a lovely time.