Christmas Eve dinner (and cake) with my best guy, followed by a little "Elf" and "Twas the Night".
A lazy Christmas morning--unless you count throwing a squeaky toy for one small terrier who is now over-the-moon for the Santa-man. (Yes, Santa brought him a squeaky chicken. Santa has a good sense of humor, yes?)
And then a spur-of-the-moment, surprise trip to see family. (Just showing up on your mom's doorstep on Christmas day? When you aren't expected? Way more fun than, like, making plans and stuff....)