Christmas itself went very well for us. We took a carload of presents to the grandlads (and a couple to their parents), all of which received the "Ah, Neat!" accolade. It was a year for lots of remote-controled vehicles, and a remote-controled robot as well.
We feasted on the daughter's rib roast, which was served with baked potatoes, mac and cheese, green beans, cole slaw, and an interesting variation on creamed onions. These onions, prepared by der B's ex-wife, were made with cocktail onions, the kind that have been pickled in a vinagery brine. The combination of the pickling and creaming was ... most unusual.
Der B and I earlier had believed that another group would be charging into the house after dinner, for more merriment, but the plans were changed without our being told and we were told instead not to leave. There were no fights, few raised voices, and everything went quite well, but it still took us quite a while to finally be able to take our leave, and then the long drive home (complete with rehash of the evening).
All and all, a merry Christmas, after all.