We were up well past midnight to enjoy the traditional Christmas Eve fireworks extravaganza. Told hubby that next year we need to have some of our own :-) The fireworks tapered off by one but people were out on the streets until about 4 a.m. It felt a bit more like 4th of July than Christmas, but that's just my home culture showing through.
And now we're getting ready to head out for a picnic with our co-workers. That is their Christmas tradition. Not sure where we're going, because they don't know. They just plan to drive into the Sierras until they see a nice place to stop :-) We'll follow happily along, with our contributions for the meal: potato salad and a "birthday cake" for Jesus -- one of our Christmas traditions.
Instead of ham we'll be feasting on grilled beef. Instead of mashed potatoes and gravy, potato salad. Instead of snow and ice and snuggling up under quilts, we're wearing our sleeveless shirts and sun visors. But despite how different it is from what we're used to, IT'S STILL CHRISTMAS.