It wasn't really Christmas until my Dad yelled "Shitter's Full!" (from Christmas Vacation) and we all started opening gifts (very carefully, folding wrapping paper and saving bows, per Aunt Olive's orders). I was really missing Dad this year.
One more in the history books. The best present was spending the day with family and the bestest was spending the morning with the hateful piglet (she makes rockin' gifts) and I'm hoping I don't catch Mom's head cold that makes her nose squeak like the opening credits of Inner Sanctum.
Bring on Boxing Day (and Doctor Who).