So many things, and some have been left along the way.
Left-overs from my childhood: Christmas begins when the last person is in on Christmas Eve. We had cheese, crackers, kielbasa, pickles, family-recipe shortbread, butter tarts, and drinks Christmas Eve.
Now that I'm older, widowed, I go to spend Christmas Day with my son and daughter-in-law. I used to go Christmas Eve as well, but as I get older, its too hard to make the trip from Halifax to Dartmouth 2 days in a row. I go over early Christmas Morning. Its coffee and presents, TV movies, eating (my daughter-in-law is a wonderful cook!), and just a great day together. She is a musician, so we get to hear her holding forth on her piano, Christmas music, classical, and good old rock 'n' roll. I come home on the bus early evening. I used to donate shortbread, but my daughter-in-law's grandmother's recipe is as wonderful as mine, so I just take butter tarts, and some sort of chocolate slice. I'm so lucky to have such wonderful kids, who see that I have a great day, and send me home stuffed and ready for a nap!