Our traditions are nuts, candy, an orange, and an apple along with one small gift in the stockings. We had to wait until dad was up, dressed, and had his first cup of coffee before we could open presents. After opening presents, we would dress in our finest, then go to grandmas house for Christmas dinner. (Another tradition that started with me, is trying to get me to taste grandmas fruit salad. I hate whipped cream, and she used a lot of it!) after dinner we would go to church services to sing and celebrate the birth of the savior. Sounds like a Norman Rockwell painting, but I sure miss that now.