It was actually a pretty exceptional Christmas given the track record since 2003. Much credit goes to Ivy on that front.
What was really awesome about it was on Christmas Day I called my brother who was up in SF with my mother and sister, an experiment in family activity we'd tried pulling off at least three years in the last six only to all grow crazed and angry at dealing with each other within about a day, mostly due to my brother being a goddamn lunatic. When I called he was clearly drunk and angry and wanted to regale me with a conference of him and mom on the phone describing their adventures earlier in the day when they argued bitterly about needing to leave to get to a movie on time, arrived to find out it was sold out, then argued about where to eat, where to park to eat there, and finally ended up at some terrible diner out of desperation where my brother ate nothing, drank excessively, and everybody went to bed absurdly angry.
I quickly excused myself from the phone call and went back to banging my girlfriend. Christmas isn't so bad if you leave your fucking family out of it.