Phoebe I recall so many things reading your words.
The going out in service and always feeling like we were intruding (plus we were cold- apparently our parents didnt waste a lot of money on niceties like gloves and mittens as well as "gifts on worldly holidays "). So the feeling of a cold winter morning and all the warm houses full of happy people and kids opening gifts and here we came interrupting with cheap paper magazines.
Once when I was around 8 or so I wrapped up old toys in paper and put them around the pedestal of a tall floor lamp in the living room. My parents were able to recognize the intention of a floor lamp with crudely wrapped old toys around its base as a mimic of a Christmas tree and demanded to know who did it.
Fortunately there were people coming over and in the bustle of things they forgot!
Today I am texting my worldly friends and family and DFd relatives and drinking egg nog by a nice fire. Life is good.
Your thread is cathartic and I love it.