I was born in the early forties and probably got little christmas presents, not sure... mostly though, what I remember is food in the kitchen and it was Christmas. Being wartime it was no feast, even though we were away from the front, but I think that it was the time I first remember our kitchen in Ohio. The word I remember of all that was pie
My dad was busy then, and our being in Ohio was because he was at Wright Field; our house was a small rented place close to the field. I have photos galore, but they were half of me and half of my dad holding me, with some bricks behind us. Few kids have had more photos taken of them than me in baby or toddlerhood (he was head of photo).
Anyway, in our small family, several christmases were good and as time went by, several were stressful, getting worse. Lots of people go through all this, different details.
I'll add that I don't mind christmas customs, except that they start ridiculously early, at least in the US.