I have to say that I have never understood the stress that people say they feel around Christmas. I love all that stuff.
For several years, I gave the holiday party for the investment group of H’s company, which typically had about 50 attendees, including SOs. (After the first year, I learned the absolute necessity of hiring a couple of helpers!) That was a lot of fun, because I enjoy cooking and entertaining, and it was the custom that the company would pay for rentals, so I could rent tables, chairs, glasses, and other necessities without feeling too extravagant.
I used to enjoy decorating the house with pine roping on the front staircase, pocket doorway, mantel, and the like, then I could no longer afford it. I used to collect blown glass Christmas ornaments, and have a fairly extensive collection of Patricia Breen, Radko, and the like. I love baking, and when I was a kid would bake and decorate gingerbread cookies with which we decorated the tree. (Yes, I am one of those people who has an extensive collection of cookie cutters.)
I used to make real Christmas puddings in early November and age them, dousing them regularly with rum. I love fruitcake. I made them, too. And of course several varieties of cookies. And a gingerbread house, naturally.
I also used to make Vidalia onion pickles, jams (rhubarb ginger, Brandied Apricot, Plum Rum conserve, Wild Blueberry were favorites), jellies (hot pepper, chardonnay basil, et al), chutney, corn relish, dilly beans, etc. My Christmas presents to close friends and some family would be a nice basket lined with a Jacquard Francais tea towel, filled with those things plus something like a scone and muffin cookbook and/or a special cast iron muffin tin (for those who baked) or something else. Eventually I got into faux finishes and decoupage, and would paint, decorate, and varnish paper mache boxes.
I also chaired my church’s Holiday Craft fair, and made all kinds of things for that. (Year round.) And I sing in the choir, so we perform at the annual Pageant of the Nativity and on Christmas Eve.
Yes, in another life I was Martha Stewart. 
Most of this came to complete halt when I started the chocolate business. I was chained to the chocolate room throughout November and December, by far the busiest time of the year. Sometimes until 3 AM. I would have people calling me for boxes of truffles on Christmas Eve. That, combined with my other job, made it impossible to do anything special. My H really doesn’t care about or appreciate any of this stuff, and I don’t think S does either. It is really very sad for me.