Dear young Mustaschian,
I am so sorry to say that it does not get better. I wish that I had better news.
I just turned 60. I had a party for myself because I wanted to keep it low key and here, in this neighborhood, if you don't Do Something for The Birthday then someone will do it for you. It happened to me at 50 and I didn't want a repeat. So DH and I hosted 10 friends and we had a nice dinner with lots of wine and the tab was completely Un-mustaschian, but that's fine because we can afford it.
On the invitations I wrote: Please, No Gifts. Seriously. And most people did not honor that. Sigh.
And I could write about a couple of the gifts that were ME, but in the end I still got pretty horrifying amounts of cheap crap from China which always depresses the hell out of me.
I have learned over the decades that I just have to smile, say "thank you" and put the crap in a pile for Goodwill. And fortunately, now DH does the same thing. At Christmas we just make a pile of it on the table and whisk it off to Goodwill within the week. Although some things are too crappy for even Goodwill, and I pitch those in the dumpster.