Part of the fun in having children is resurrecting Christmas traditions from your childhood. Loading up the kids and driving random logging roads in search of a Christmas tree, NOT opening gifts until Christmas morning, mistletoe belt buckles, these are the traditions that Regina and I grew up with, or at least we agree on (okay, maybe I made up the belt buckle one, but it ought to be everyone's tradition). Part of the fun of Christmas is creating new traditions with your kids. After we had kids, we started going to the Ft. Jones Christmas Parade and the Callahan Christmas, and they've become part of our Christmas routine. Also, part of the fun of having children is you can blame your farts on them, but that's neither Christmas-y nor relevant.
A few years ago we started going to the Ft. Jones Christmas Parade because Dylan was in it. I had no idea what a big deal it was. People pack the sidewalks and lately I've heard stories about guys riding their horses into the bar after the parade and fistfights. Ah, Christmas. I've really only been to the elementary school's Halloween parade, which is fifteen minutes of cuteness, or the rodeo parade, which mainly is a lot of people on horseback. The Christmas parade has everything. From bagpipers to backcountry horsemen, from renaissance nerds to Harley badasses.
So, while most kids have sugar-plum fairies dancing in their heads around Christmas time, ours hear the sharp crack of rifle fire and the soothing shouts of, "It's fight time!" in their ears and can only dream of Christmas.