I got dress shirts and a splendid tie! They're wonderful -- my sister managed to guess my size from memory better than Quel and I have ever managed with me standing right there (XL, size 17 collar).
Dinner was excellent -- scallops something-or-other over pasta. And, of course, a wide range of alcohol.
Most of the day was spent introducing my stepfather to the wonders of YouTube as a source for music and film footage of old stars; he's a serious jazz aficionado, and kept coming up with more and more obscure performers to hunt down. The only times we couldn't find anything were when the performers in question had names identical to some other individual, more recent or better-known -- a very short-lived ensemble called "Matrix" was a good example.
We also watched a few seasonal treats, as well, including this duet between Bing Crosby and David Bowie; Bowie's lyrics have, to me, always captured what this time of year really means, and why my family of atheists, agnostics and pagans still celebrate Christmas -- it's not the religious aspect, but the mythic.
I departed around 19:30, though I was invited to stay another night. I probably should have; yes, I work tomorrow, but not until 14:00. Ah, well. Second thoughts are better served at the other end of a 50-mile drive.
Whatever you celebrate this time of year, I hope you had the best of the good and none of the bad.
Peace be with you, and with us all.