I'll do my normal volunteer shift that morning, then stick around for the noon potluck, attended by the skeleton crew of essential staff and any other volunteers who decide to show up (and quite a few of them do). The food is generally terrible, or simply stuff I can't eat, but the company is good and I look forward to it every year. I don't know what food I'm taking yet.
In the afternoon, I'll come home and paint while waiting for my duck to cook. I'm not yet sure what else I will eat besides the duck, or if I will bother with anything else at all. I'll also roast a couple of turkey breasts for the cats, so they will leave me alone while I eat said duck. I've been known to devour an entire duck without benefit of plate, utensils, or side dishes; it could very well be one of those years.
I've been invited to a couple of holiday dinners by friends, but one has a nasty sow of a mother who (for reasons not fully made clear) has a raging hateboner for me, and the other gathering will include a horde of small children. So I'm okay with flying solo for the evening.
On Saturday, I'll drive up north to see my mom; she's making a pork roast, and we'll gossip and talk about our respective art projects while my stepdad yells at the TV.