My family seem to like putting me through a 72 hour cooking marathon between Christmas Eve and Boxing Day. The kids order whatever they want and the adults take liberties once a year during this endurance in standing, cooking and remembering recipes off the top of your head.
(Secretly I like it as I’m close to a fridge rammed full of beer... but don’t tell anyone )
Our family traditions are big old wooden Christmas box with presents of pyjamas hot chocolate sweeties (haridos) the mince pie and bottle of bourdon for Santa (I love being Santa)
Merry Christmas all