Our Christmas Eve traditions have changed over the years. When I was little, we always spent Christmas at my Grandparents. We'd arrive there for Christmas Eve tea and then my brother and I would be desperate to go to bed to make Christmas Day come faster. I'd then lay awake all night too excited to sleep.
In my late teens and early twenties, my boyfriend (later first husband), brother and I would spend the evening in a packed pub full of school friends home for the holidays. By this time, Christmas had moved to my parents' house (and my Grandparents would join us there on Christmas Day). We'd all roll in drunk in the early hours much to my Mum's chagrin. One year my boyfriend/husband (don't remember whether or not we were married) left the pub to walk home whilst my brother went with his friends to the local 'rec' to play midnight rugby with his mates. He arrived home shortly after us and my Mum opened the door to him. He was covered from head to toe in mud and Mum burst into tears, blurting out, "Debbie's in the bathroom being sick, Gary's in the cloakroom being sick, AND YOU'VE BEEN IN A FIGHT! WAAAAAH!"
When our girls were little we continued to spend Christmases at my parents, together with my Grandparents and brother and his wife (then girlfriend). The girls then enjoyed the Christmas Eve tradition of tea and early to bed that I had done at their age. Once they had left sherry and a mince pie for Father Christmas and were safely tucked up, the adults would eat Quality Street and play games which would result in the traditional row!

We still laugh about the 1988 karaoke row now.
My girls are now 21 and 19. I would love to have a Christmas Eve of family fun, but I suspect they will go to a packed pub to meet with school friends home for the holidays and roll in drunk in the early hours...