We stopped "going home" for Christmas about 18 years ago, when DS was 5. We live 400 miles away and it was getting to be very disruptive for us to go all the way down there for the day. So we stayed home the next year and since then have made "our" tradition that we stay home*unless we are at WDW

* We have several traditions, actually.
*we put up our tree on Thanksgiving afternoon, while watching sappy movies and drinking hot cocoa.
*we make cut out cookies
*The oldest child always puts our Marley's Ghost(whichis actually Goofy) on the tree first
*the youngest child always puts the angel on the top
One Christmas Eve I always make a low country boil--potatoes, corn and shrimp. It's an easy one pot meal for us, as we also go to a candlelight service in the evening. On the way home we listen to Christmas carols and drive through neighborhoods admiring the lights. When the kids were little, we'd go home and read the Christmas story before bedtime. then lights out and wait for Santy to come.

On Christmas morning the rule is don't wake mama before daylight. And don't go downstairs before mama is up. I go down first--to turn on the tree and the Christmas carols, and lite the candles on the mantle. Then the kids come down and it's pretty much a riot after that.
Now my kids are bigger. Now we play elves--girls do the boys' stuff, boys do the girls' stuff. We make a big deal about sneaking downstairs with our stockings and stash all their presents. Everybody sleeps in now(yay!

) We open stockings, have a nice breakfast, then go back and open our presents. Very civilized. The kids go see their friends on Christmas afternoon while DH & I sit around in our jammies watching movies or napping.
It's not everybody's idea of a great Christmas, but it's ours. We love it. We miss seeing our families, but we try to get down there at other times. Occasionally we will take our camper and go down for Thanksgiving or July4. But Christmas is sacred. We don't go anywhere. Because our children's lives are here and we are happy staying at home. Maybe we'll feel differently in a few years when the kids are all out of hte house. Or maybe we'll be taking the RV down to THEIR house to spend Christmas with the grandchildren!
