OK, I've got to say it. Christmas just really, um, blows, frankly. Because it's so expensive to fly at that time of year and because I can't really justify spending that much money for just a week or so. And because of the whole SNOW factor(it's a four hour drive from the airport to my Mom's house) we stay here. We've stayed here for the last fourteen years.
We have Christmas Eve at our house (mainly to spare my MIL the extra work). And it is all pretty much dictated by what his family like and their traditions, rather than my more laid back family's approach. Smoked salmon and brown bread and a cheeseboard-while I dream of a snowman shaped cheese ball. I know that I could make one anyway, but I also know that no-one would eat it.
Then on Christmas day, we open presents here and wait till exactly 11:00, then we go to his Mother's for a VERY traditional English Christmas. I'm not willing to take that on because mine wouldn't be perfect enough if you know what I mean.
Then Boxing day is actually for us. The kids open presents from my parents and other people, we play games watch old tv movies and the last couple of years I've been cooking a smaller turkey and my Mom's stuffing.
I don't call my family on Christmas. Usually they move around too much and I hate the whole 'pass the phone to the 2 year old and the dog' thing. My Mom usually calls me late on Christmas, when she gets home or on Boxing Day when she gets up.