We didn't have any family traditions when I was a kid (unless you count spending every Christmas day sitting quietly and trying to guess what time dad would go into meltdown this year, which was a pretty shit game to be honest) so all of the traditions in our house have come from my wife's side.
There's nothing particularly out of the ordinary - our Christmas days are formatted in the same way as those of her childhood, every year the whole family rents a cottage by the seaside on the weekend of her mother's birthday, and at least once a year we all spend some time together at her parents' second home in Fornells, on the north coast Menorca, just as they've been doing since she was a little girl.
It's all very nice, and I get along perfectly well with my in-laws, but sometimes it can feel like I've just joined her family rather than starting my own. So I'm trying to introduce some of my own traditions into the house. My favourite, and the one which seems to be sticking, is the annual Eurovision party.
Taken in isolation the Eurovision Song Contest is a depressing celebration of mediocrity and blandness, but when you fill your house with people, booze and various barbecued meat-products, you've got the recipe for a cracking night. So every year on this day we send an open invite to any and all comers to join us for an evening of stuffing our faces, drinking to excess and moaning about how Graham Norton is nowhere near as good as Terry Wogan used to be.
As family traditions go it's admittedly a bit pants, but it's mine and I'm keeping it. Viva Eurovision.