On Christmas Eve, my dad and I go to my best friend's house for their annual party, which is amusing because the majority of the guests are Jewish. We all get really drunk and dance and we all know when the party's really starting when her dad starts doing his Michael Jackson impression. The next morning, my dad and I exchange presents. (Even though he's the Jewish side of the family. We try and see each other during Hannukah, but it's just easier since I haven't been home for it the past couple of years.) Then we make a huge breakfast, and then I go back down to my best friend's house like I've been doing since we were 9 and I was adopted into their family. I get presents from them, swipe one of her aunt's cinnamon rolls, and then we hang out in front of the fire, usually watching a movie. Then I go back home to help cook dinner, which is almost always a ham, and we stuff ourselves and watch a movie we were given. Then we make chocolate mousse for dessert. The day after, my dad and I usually go shopping during the day time to get calendars for the next year and any gifts where it would just be better for the other to pick it out themselves. At night, my friends (two sisters) throw a party and since the older sister was friends with basically everyone I had a crush on in high school, I sometimes end up making out with one of them and it's awesome. Other traditions include: walking around to see the Midtown department store holiday windows and the tree in Rockefeller Center, getting a hot chocolate from City Bakery, baking sugar cookies with my best friend and her mom, getting my (preferably) one Starbucks drink of the year - the peppermint mocha, and my dad coming down one weekend near it so we can get dim sum and give a nod to the Jews-eating-Chinese-food-on-Christmas tradition.