I can't really pinpoint a year, but up until 1999 when my father passed away, I think the adults on my father's side of the family really tried to make Christmas magical for us kids...and it was.
Christmas Eve everyone would converge on my grandparent's two bedroom teeny-tiny little house. Most of my father's 7 brothers and sisters would be there (we lived all over the state and the country though, so there were usually a few absent), along with their children and grandchildren. My grandparent's homely tree would be buried under hundreds of gifts. The adults would draw names and the children would draw names, and usually my grandparents and my aunt Bonnie would get a gift for everyone. Usually all the cousins would play around the farm and sled and beg to open presents all day, and then around supper time we'd all eat ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, Swedish meatballs. Grandma's kitchen would be thick with the smell of lutefisk (yuck!). After we digested a little bit, the older cousins would help the younger ones pass out gifts to everyone and we'd all dig in like a pack of hungry wolves. We'd all throw the wrapping paper into the middle of the living room so the little kids could tunnel underneath of it all. We'd pick up and the guys would go burn the paper, and then we'd have dessert and listen to some cheesy Christmas stuff on TV. In later years I'd read the Christmas story from the Bible, and I think one year I played the guitar or something. The next day we'd go back to grandma's or my aunt Fern's and eat leftovers, go sledding out in the cow pasture, ride snowmobiles, or go ice skating together and drink hot chocolate down by the pond.
I think probably the WORST Christmas I've ever had was 1999. I'd had a car accident on December 16 and broke my humerus. I was on TONS of pain meds, I couldn't wear a bra or even put a t-shirt on, so I was wearing a tank top with a strap cut so I could get it on, and one of my dad's old humongous flannel shirts and pajama bottoms. I was so drugged I think I pretty much had to be spoon fed, so that was kinda funny, looking back, anyway.
Other than that, they've all been really good. It *really* is all about the people you love. The older I get the more I realize how stupid gifts really are--you spend tons of money you don't have on things that people will never use. Blech.