I have a December birthday. As a child we often had my "friends" party in November so it wasn't during "Christmas Party Season". It usually worked out pretty well. I often got the dreaded "combo" birthday / Christmas present (never from my parents). It usually wasn't a larger gift than I would be receiving for Christmas but the giver just wrote "and Happy Birthday" in the card like it was an afterthought. It drove me mental (and still does)
Like a PP, I have "rules" I "encourage" (force) my family to abide by
1) Never wrap bday presents in christmas wrap
2) Never use a christmas card in place of a birthday card
3) Never put bday presents under the christmas tree
4) Never give my birthday gift at our family Christmas party (I have fond memories of my cousins crying because I was getting "more" presents)
5) Never use the excuse "I was too caught up with Christmas to remember your birthday" My birthday is just as important as Jesus'
My mother likes to decorate the house for Christmas on Grey Cup Sunday (late November). Every year I asked her not to decorate until after my birthday (December 16). I never won that battle, but now I don't decorate my own house until the 17th
Ok maybe I'm a little bitter