For every Mexican I know , Christmas means tamales. We have a good deal going- our avocado tree
only bears every other year but when it does, we pick a bunch about now and drop them off on our various Hispanic neighbors' porches. They ripen by Christmas, and in return we get lots of tamales on Christmas Eve. Of course each neighbor insists that theirs are the only true ones and we should throw the others out. We get Mexicali style, southern Mexico style, and Guatamalan (with rice flour in the masa and wrapped in banana leaves). They freeze well and they all get eaten--I've never met a tamale I didn't like!
I think it's wonderful how many of you are breaking away from roasts for Christmas. You can't live in the Western U.S. without learning to love Mexican food, can you?