Maybe the youngest in the family distributes the presents. And also rounds up the torn wrapping. The Christmas feast is always turkey. Or it's always roast beef. There's always a mincemeat pie.
Nobody ever eats it.
And so on. Traditions are wonderful. Ritual comforts, but it can defeat sanity if it becomes a to-do list, a chore. Our family has a ritual that I find sanity-preserving. It comes Christmas Eve, when Christmasoholics can be drained physically and emotionally from chasing down perfect presents, perfect gift wraps, perfect cards, perfect decorations, perfect meal ingredients.