Keeping with the insanity theme, we bought a Christmas tree two days before Christmas (and one day after a major ice storm). The branches were still frozen when we erected it in a corner of the living room. Once it was fully thawed on Christmas Eve, I took to making garland out of cardstock and twine, and we decorated the tree in record time.
Christmas Day was a true holiday for me. No packing/unpacking boxes, no unruly retail customers, no office politics. Just our little family gathered on the couch, watching the snow fall on our backyard.
It was a Christmas of practical gifts. Bobby got power tools and a proper winter jacket, and I got a foot massager and heated slippers (retail is hard on the paws).
After we opened presents, we had leftover tourtière for lunch and lazed around in our pajamas until 4:30.
After cooking traditional stuffed birds/mashed potatoes/green beans/etc for Canadian and American Thanksgiving, Bobby and I decided to go simple for Christmas dinner. We made spaghetti with a homemade bechamel sauce and watched a Sandra Bullock movie.