When I was a kid at home our tradition was to put up the tree on December 15th. We opened our presents on Christmas Eve after it was dark, about 6:00 p.m. Just to torture me my parents would load me and the dogs up in the car and take a long ride in the evening so it would get dark while we were gone. Then I'd pass out the presents. I'd open the dogs' presents. My parents would then sit at the kitchen table and listen to country music and drink eggnog and beer with cheese and Saltine crackers. I'd play around the tree with the TV on Christmas shows and have RC Cola and Ruffles with french onion dip. As it got late my mother would do some preparations for the big feast the next day with lots of company. Daddy would go make a final check on the animal sheds. If it was like subzero temperatures my parents would be up and down all night starting the cars to try to make sure they started in the morning. When I was in high school we finally got those things where you plug the cars in at night into an electrical outlet to keep the engine ok. That's what passes for my Good Ol' Days.
When I got into my teens it became a tradition to open the presents at midnight because dad was always late getting up and I think mum finally got fed up of trying to arrange dinner, presents opening etc.
So presents before we went to bed then leisurely preparing of dinner the following day to eat about 3.00pm after the Queen's speech.
If our local church had a service I often used to go to the carol service in the morning if dad and I were not out visiting friends.