One of ours is getting lost to go see Christmas lights. Every year, we think it would be great to see this yard full of lights out in the middle of nowhere near our hometown. We grew up here. We should be able to find them. We've had to call relatives to rescue us. This tradition replaced the one where my dad complained about taking us to see these lights. He must have blindfolded us when he took us, because we sure don't know the way.
Another tradition is forgetting to get someone a present. Lots of families have this tradition. I know. We have our meetings at Walmart 6pm Christmas Eve. See you there!
Finally, I would like to mention a rite of passage common in Southern celebrations. We mark a young man's growth with a special gift. Depending on his maturity level, around 10 or 11 years old, one of the elder men in the family will deem it time. As we all sit in a circle, the special gift is passed on to the young man. He carefully opens it to find...yep, Big Panties. It is not classy, but it is a classic.
Needless to say, we don't have a very Martha Stewart Christmas. We are good with that.