Christmas Eve day I make about 12 lb. of fudge (three batches) and several loaves of panettone (Italian fruit bread) in the bread machines.
Christmas Eve, we eat an early supper (including shrimp, calamari salad and bakala) and then pile into the car to take a load of food to the local shelter for their Christmas Day breakfast (including fudge of course!
) It's our "thing" each year. This tradition began because our daughter is an only child and has a birthday during Christmas week as well; we didn't want her growing up thinking the holidays are all about her, and we wanted her to develop compassion for the less fortunate. I've come to enjoy this part of our Christmas traditions the most.
We then attend a service at church. Later at home, hubby and I exchange little surprises (we don't give each other large gifts, but instead set aside money to buy what we wish for ourselves.) He has a large jar of Nutella awaiting him, a tin of After Eight mints and a Hickory Farms log, and he's been slaving away secretively in his workshop making me some sort of metal ornament. Maybe afterward we'll watch my husband's favorite Christmas movie, It's A Wonderful Life
Christmas Day, our daughter gets her gifts. In recent years she's mostly wanted cash, but this year she wants presents to open.
Since my mother was widowed this year and moved back to CT, she will be joining us for Christmas dinner (lasagne planned) and will have presents of her own to open. She didn't want to come over on Christmas Eve, but I'm sure she'll want to stay all day on the 25th and past supper. Maybe we'll put on The Santa Clause
for some laughs; I don't think she's seen it. This will be the first time she and I have had Christmas together since 1990, and of course her first Christmas with her only grandchild.