Merry Christmas to all!
We had ours last night -- a big change from tradition, due to new marital obligations. Now that both my brother and sister are married, they need to divide their time among two families, so we moved our usual Christmas morning event to Christmas Eve. Today they are off with the other sides of the families -- and participating in those particular traditions.
In the Mapgirl ancestral home, we consume a great deal of food. Then we always begin by reading the Christmas story from "the only true version" of the Bible, according to my dad: The King James Version. There were requests this year for the story from "The Message," apparently some new-fangled translation, but my dad overrode them. And so he gave an annotated reading from the KJV, explaining certain facts and words [i.e., "sore afraid" = "very afraid"].
We read the story from Luke, prayed, and wished Jesus a happy birthday. My nephews, ages 6, 3, and 6 weeks, were sore patient. I was very proud of them.
But that's why we have Christmas. My dad said he hopes there is never a Christmas in which we don't read the Christmas story (presumably from the KJV), pray and wish the Christ child a happy birthday.