I totally agree that Christmas is for children - I drive 350 miles home to Scotland every Christmas, just so my DD can have a family christmas with all our relatives.
We all get up at stupid o'clock in the morning Christmas Day, congregate at my sisters house, and have all the pressies ripped open by 10am

. The kids spend a couple of hours playing together (usually until the first toy gets broken

), then we all retire to our respective corners for a bit of peace and quiet. Move onto Mum's for dinner at 5pm (she's had 14 folk sat round the table in her living room before now

) then after a gut-busting dinner, the kids run amok upstairs while the adults sprawl out wherever they can and watch some crappy film on telly.
For us, Mickey and Minnie couldn't top that
10am?! We've normally got them all open by 7:30am!!
I shall use last Christmas as my example of Christmas (Including Christmas eve as I love Christmas eve!)...
Christmas Eve:
-Pick Robert up from work at 1pm....
-HOPEFULLY THIS BIT WON'T HAPPEN THIS YEAR: Notice steam coming from car bonnet, ring AA, speak to clueless person, Wait for ages, but eventually get a lovely repair guy who fixes the problem very quickly. Wish him a Merry Christmas and come home.
-Help prepare bits for the Xmas dinner/tea
-Open Christmas PJs (Early pressie). Have a bath, change into aforesaid PJs (And if you're me, reapply make up as people always show up on Christmas eve!).
-Put Sainsburys party food in oven, arrange other snack food on table.
-Mum starts dishing out the party food onto the table, Robert arranges the DVD player so my 'Muppet Family Christmas' DVD isn't performed in German... (I love 'Muppet Family Christmas'.... It never fails to make me smile!).
-Eat party food, watch MFC, then insist on singing along with the Christmas CD!
-Put up stockings.
-Conor goes to bed, frantic present displaying begins...
-Feast on leftover party food, drink cocktails... Some years we've been known to order pizzas at about 11:30pm....
-Get sent to bed by Robert for being too excited....
-Spend several hours tossing and turning until Robert finally gives in and lets me open my Christmas stocking from him...
Christmas Day:
-Wake up 5am. Wake Robert up, drive him insane by saying: "It's Christmas!!" over and over again until he eventually gets up.
-Open Santa Stockings.
-6:45am I begin flushing the loo, setting off alarm clocks outside doors, "accidentally" fall into my Mum's bedroom door making a loud noise.
-7am everyone gives and gets up.... Everyone opens stockings (Which I have carefully repacked). Then go downstairs and open Santa presents.
-7:30am- Breakfast of Bucks Fizz (Fizzy orange for the non drinkers) and bacon sarnies....
Rest of day- Visitors come round, eat too much, fall asleep early on in the evening....
Bob xoxoxox