I have a typical West Virginian Christmas...
My father has 10 brothers and sisters, all of whom have children (and a few grandchildren). On Christmas Eve, we all pile into my grandmother's single wide trailer! (I'm dead serious) We used to meet in a larger house when I was really little, but the house burned down the 23rd of that December, so that tradition went up in smoke. (My grandfather also died that day. He was a wonderful singer, so the tradition of singing carols died with him) There are so many of us that we draw names instead of buying for everyone. We don't have normal Christmas food, either. We have hot dogs and chips. When I was younger, one of my aunts had some horses, and we would ride them through the mountains. They had to move to NC, though, and they sold the horses.
After we come home, my sister and I (still!) stay up all night watching "A Christmas Story" (AKA- "You'll shoot your eye out!"). At about 7 AM, we get up and open presents. If the presents are any good, we'll stay up and check them out. If not, we go to sleep until about noon. Then we go to my mother's family. My mother only has two sisters, and one lives in Ohio, so it isn't the chaotic scene from the night before. I get gifts from every person there, also! We have your typical Christmas dinner there, with a couple of diebetic pies for my cousin. After that, my uncle (a preacher) will usually have something to preach about for 39473473 hours, so my cousins and I sneak off somewhere and talk about what happened in our lives in the past year.
I know that this is really strange compared to most people, but Christmas wouldn't be the same without any of it.
"Where there is great love there are always miracles" -Cather
"Love heals everything, and love is all there is"- Zukav