Many cultures have the Christmas Eve tradition, including mine. The children are not cranky nor do they refuse to eat Dickens. We sit down to dinner at around 6 pm or even earlier, the tradition is to fast or at least not eat v. much during the day, so when evening comes, everyone is hungry. Dinner consists of soup, then deep fried fish and a potato salad. After dinner, someone takes the children outside to look out for Baby Jesus bringing the presents, but alas, they always just miss him, because suddenly a bell rings, so they rush back in and a pile of presents seems to have materialized under the tree. It´s every bit as magical as finding your presents in the morning.