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With us, it normally goes something like this:
Everyone -aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents - gets together at someone's house on Christmas Eve (the hosting job rotates among family member, once a decade, we draw names out of a hat to determine the order) We have a huge dinner, where everyone brings a dish - usually, we either eat turkey or beef as a main course (no ham; some of my relatives are Muslim) and then everyone opens the presents that they get from family members - grandparents give gifts to grandkids; it used to be that the aunts and uncles would each pick a name out of a hat and get that person something, but about six years ago they all decided that they didn't want to do that anymore, so mostly they just sit around and drink coffee while the kids go crazy. Everyone goes back to their own places of residence for Christmas Day.
On Christmas morning, in my family, my parents and I open gifts to/from each other, and lounge around until dinnertime. Usually, anyone in the family who has another side of the family to go to, goes to that side's gathering on Christmas night, but we don't, and neither do a couple of my aunts and uncles, so then we, they, and the grandparents get together again for a much smaller, lower-key meal.
We don't really do too much religious stuff with Christmas. When I was a kid we'd always go to church on Christmas Eve, which to me was the only bearable church service out of the whole year because instead of having to pay attention to it I'd get to be up the choir loft singing and playing bells. Nowadays only my mom goes to church for Christmas.
I don't really see it overmuch as a religious holiday; for me, it's just about family. It's one of the few times out of the whole year where I get to see everyone, and it's nice because we just get together and have fun and forget about all our problems for a little while.
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