Firecrackers and M-80s my cousins smuggled down from Quebec one year.
In those days we drove into town for Midnight Mass, then caroling in the streets, then you drive back to the house around 3AM to open presents and then sit down to a DEVASTATINGLY LARGE French-Canadian Christmas dinner.
Cloved turkey and cloved ham, tortiere (a meat pie,) brown raisin bread and baked cranberries, mashed turnips, early snow peas in brown gravy, a salad of apple, raisin, and walnuts much like a Waldorf salad, Great Northern beans baked 6 hours in molasses and maple syrup with whole onions, salt pork and savory and mustard powder, and tarte au sucre, which is made from maple syrup and tastes a lot like pecan pie without the layer of pecans. With a tall dollop of vanilla ice cream.
Ok, by NOW it's about an hour before DAWN. Time to dance and sing till sunrise.
We blew off the firecrackers at dawn and totally cheesed off the neighborhood...