When I was a child, we did the Italian thing–the fish,etc., with the whole family, and midnight Mass. I miss it. Now my husband and I live alone in this town, no family near, his parents are deceased, my Mother lives 11/2 hours away, kids live 21/2 away. Now we go to my daughter’s house when I am not on call for the 24th and the 25th, and celebrate it with her in-laws, who are just like family, and my son and his wife. They usually have a spread of ham, shrimp, appetizers, pizza, etc. after 4pm Mass. On Christmas morning my daughter has everyone over for breakfast, then my husband and I provide and cook the main meal, which consists of wedding soup, a turkey or a nice prime rib, pasta and other fixins and we play with the grandkids. If I have just Christmas off, we will go to my Mom’s and spend it with the rest of the family (lots of kids), and she has a big dinner. So it is sort of fractured, depending if I have to be on call or not. I hate having the family spread all over the place. But the big thing–after Mass, is FOOD, and plenty of it.