Hardly tradition, but we always spent the holidays with cousins, aunts and uncles. Not always the same ones, but often enough I grew up knowing them all as dear friends. After we all went off into the world, we only gathered for funerals and it was always voiced how we should get together while alive, not dead. When my father passed this past fall, I let his sister and brother know, the last of his family. They were relieved that COVID prevented a service so I didn't tell them I would be holding his ashes until May and have him interred at the Veteran's Cemetery at that time, saving them the excuse of why they couldn't go anyways. It will just be my brother, his wife, me and my wife. Our kids and theirs will be invited, but doubt they will accept the invitation.
But my wife and I have started our own traditions with our kids and their families. Christmas is always at our house and always at least 2 night stay. Guys ski and ice skate then. I smoke a turkey and the ladies all gather in the kitchen to prepare the meal. We love the sexist tradition of traditional roles. The thought of women and men being the same is unfathomable. Women are mysterious and feminine, men gallant and uncouth. In other words we are just our own nature when it's just us. The grand daughters stage a play, complete with sets, costume and music. The grandsons drive the tractor, play tag with the sow in her pen and fish from the stock pond from holes cut in the ice and we'll later skate on after dinner.
We camp together every July 2 weeks after Independence Day. The girls will try to pretend to like fishing, but soon are off to discuss boys and make-up and the guys swim in the lake and play king of the log on the water. The men drink beer while keeping an eye on the boys and the women nap. Each family is responsible for an evening meal, taking care of the first three nights of camping. The boys tend the campfire, the girls gather the Smore's ingredients. We all play some instrument of one kind or another and play tunes around the fire after. Guitars, mandolins, harmonica, tambourines, ukes even. Sometimes other campers come join in with their own musical talents.
Our next tradition is to have a bon fire when I clean up an area of our woods. That will be this weekend. We'll light it off around 3pm, it will be a nice bed of coals and small flame around dusk when we roast weenies. Then we'll tell ghost stories and scare each other so that the hike back to the house is joyfully fearful.