Which day was bigger for you?

Easy and fun off topic one here because I am too lazy to do the coin picks tonight. When I was growing up we always had Christmas Eve at our home and we always had the closer family there that night. Most gifts actually exchanged then. Christmas Day, OTOH, was less so. "Santa" gifts received but then off to the less-close family. Just less fun and the day after Christmas was in many ways better. Christmas Eve was the bigger thing.

But some people are oppisite. Some do little on Christmas Eve and the actual day was bigger.

Which was the better day for you as a kid, Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?

I was raised Jewish, but I often spent time with my non-Jewish friends on Christmas Eve.

Nowadays, my brother and I, and the wives, and some of my nieces and nephews, go to a casino for Christmas. We've been doing it for about 15 years now. (FYI: We're heading to Harrah's AC this year.)

A few years back, at Showboat, the pit boss passed out candy canes at about midnight. That still qualifies as Christmas Eve, right? Note: They were the smallest / cheapest candy canes I had ever seen!

I guess Christmas Eve. I was raised a Roman Catholic and I loved the Midnight Mass with the incense and the flowers everywhere and the Knights of Columbus and their swords.

In the 50's and 60's, the day was when it all happened. Then
in the 70's it moved to eve. When cable came along, all the
good movies were on the eve. On the day now I do nothing.
Go nowhere, see nobody. Its somewhat depressing because
everything is closed.

We did most of our stuff on Christmas Day, meaning gifts, dinner and seeing family. However, we went to Christmas Eve services, and since my parents are very involved in the church, that usually meant ALL Christmas Eve. I still voted for Christmas Day though.

We didn't do much on Xmas Eve, except go to church, until we were grown adults, now we have our traditional homemade ravioli dinners. But I rarely go back home for Xmas so that's why we'll be in Vegas.
Xmas day when we were growing up was SO MUCH fun! Me and my two sisters would wake up very early and start at the top of the steps and every five minutes we would go down a step. So vivid in our minds we talk about it every year! Then when we got to where we could see the gifts, because there was an open railing halfway up, we took a few more steps and couldn't stand it and then ran into our parents' bedroom. Then, my dad would get out the camera with the film and the HUGE BRIGHT LIGHTS filming the entire present-opening celebration -- and we were blinded every year but we loved it!
Then we would go to my Grandma's (Italian) and all the cousins and aunts an uncles would crowd into the house. My dad brought his camera and the BRIGHT LIGHTS again everywhere we went. The basement was equipped with a stove and the ladies would be cooking and stirring polenta for hours with their aprons on. We sat at a huge long table for dinner and then we had wedding soup and homemade spaghetti and the guys would all drink shots of whiskey and bottles of beer and the women cooked and cleaned. My grandpa did make his own wine and we would sneak it and get sick and throw up in my grandma's toilet upstairs while they were all down there yelling, "SALUTE!"
Then we would go to my other grandma's with all the cousins and aunts and uncles and open presents and had a lot of fun there, and just had ham sandwiches and potato salad since everyone was stuffed from an earlier meal.
Then we would go over to my grandma's sister's house and then we would get home late and it was so much fun. Some Xmas's we had so much snow that we were always worried we wouldn't be able to venture out!
Now all we have are memories...thank goodness we have those.