Growing up, Christmas Eve was a whatever you want to eat for dinner, nothing special. Christmas day was spent opening presents in the AM, then driving to a relatives house (it rotated) to spend the rest of the day listening to my aunties and uncles bitch and moan about how disappointed us kids were that we didn't get EVERYTHING we asked for, followed by my dad and his brothers going outside to "partake" in smoking pine trees to ease the pain of it all.
I sometimes wish I didn't work for the government so I could keep that tradition going...the "trees"