We have a Christmas Post Office, and Father Christmas (aka Santa Claus) is the Post Master. All the presents are stacked behind (decorated) cardboard boxes, whch serve as the post office counter.
Each person goes up to the counter, rings the bell (an alpine goat bell that my father found when he was two) and asks "Do you have any packages for (name)?"
Father Christmas (who was actually usually my grandother) would either say "Yes I do!", and hand over a package, or say "There is nothing at the moment, but you should check again later".
I make Christmas cake every year. It is an English fruit cake, covered with an almond paste icing. There are only a few people outside the immediate family who like it, but the ones who do, rave about it.
We often also have a Christmas Trifle, but not always. We ALWAYS have Christmas cake.