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My paternal grandmother has a meal on Christmas day at noonish. When we were kids, we used to do the whole gift thing. Now that the "grandkids" are all adults, we generally give her gifts.
I let my son tear into his gifts at midnight on Christmas Eve. No real reason to, as I'm an avowed agnostic, but it's so fun watching him squirm with anticipation for the first few days of winter break. That's about as traditional as I get, heh.
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