We have so many traditions that we cook them each on one of the 12 days of Christmas.
On Christmas Eve, we have swedish meatballs, potato salad, ham, relish tray, rye and limpa bread, and peporkakor. Why? Not because anybody is Swedish. We have it because my grandmother, not the greatest cook by any stretch and feeling like not cooking one Christmas, found a Swedish deli in her neighborhood and served this. At least 60 years later, it is a still a hit.
Christmas Day we either have a full blown Italian feast that must have ravioli and fried beef with crab legs, or we have a steak dinner. Why? Because my husband simply adores steak, and when we were temporarily empty nesters, it was a wonderful treat. The Italian food is because my husband is half Sicilian, and his nona used to dragoon her sisters and daughters upstairs into her attic and assembly-line produce ravioli for Christmas, on saw horses with boards placed over them.
We will also have Mexican food preferably tamales. My husband’s grandmother was one of the Northern California cannery ladies, and she traded recipes with Mexican canny ladies. I spent a big hunk of my adult life in Texas, and have been to many a tamale making event as well as tamale parties as a part of posadas.