There wouldn't be Christmas in the house if I didn't get excited about it. OH used to just stick a pre-lit Christmas tree in his window when his children left home and he lived alone. Cards n the mantelpiece and that was it.
Now he is very good and doesn't mind me chivvying him along. He gets all the decorations down, assembles the tree, brings in the little potted one we have in the garden and generally leaves me to it, which is OK because I have always been a bit OCD and OTT regarding decorating the house at Christmas.
He'll go food shopping and bring back the right things without a list and use his initiative to buy extra goodies too. He also sorts out the bottles of Prosecco, gin, beers etc...and all the mixers. He'll peel veg and most of all, he gets the hoover out and does the whole house while I am busy in the kitchen on Christmas eve. I tend to wrap presents but he can do that. He doesn't buy the wrapping paper, tags or sellotape - he must imagine fairies bring them, but he does write and post all the Christmas cards to his side of the family. He also decorates the outside of the house too with lights etc.
He says I am like a child in a sweet store if we see Christmas displays and baubles and trinkets for sale in the shops..he has never known anything like it. Poor man. His family tend to be, as I put it, drains, not fountains. They are a fairly staid lot, and they are all missing the jolly gene.
I am training him up. He likes full on "proper" Christmases now, which he's experienced for the last 17 years with me. We work well together and I know I am lucky because he is fairly domesticated, thankfully.
(I have trained my sons to get cracking at Christmas too.)
My sympathy to those gransnetters who have to organise everything and carry the load too. It is a very busy time of year, December a month like no other.