Christmas Eve usually involves a case of champagne which my mother and aunts make short work of, and a fifth of decent scotch shared between my grandfather, my uncle, and myself. My father usually slow smokes a couple pork shoulders and reheats some frozen homemade brunswick stew for dinner. Christmas morning after the children open presents a pot of coffee, a pitcher of mimosas and a pitcher of bloody marys are the first order of business. Then breakfast is made: scrambled eggs, homemade biscuits, sausage, bacon, ham, red eye gravy, grits, and a whole spread of coffee cakes, cinnamon rolls, banana or zuchinni bread. Around three in the afternoon we sit back down for roasted (and occasionally, in recent years, fried) turkey, a smoked ham, and a mass of standard sides (sweet potato souffle, green beans, mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, english peas, etc.). Then a spread of a dozen+ cakes, pies, and cookies and my mother's ambrosia with fresh whipped cream. Then everyone collapses and naps for several hours. Gotta love holidays in the deep south.