I'm sure that there's something wrong with just listing your presents as an entry, but too bad. Here is an incomplete list of my haul.
So you're probably wondering why on some of those things. Some of the books are for my collection of children's/young adult lit focusing on computer technologies. The Bartelt Crumb Box is something that I bought for my father many, many years ago, so that's for sentimental reasons. The collected kitchen things are probably obvious.
I have a working webcam at home, but its base is broken. I have a mcgyver solution with a glued on screw as its base. It works okay, but it's a pain to try to get it in the right place when I'm working on the computer. This new webcam is the kind that hooks onto the screen of the laptop. I had been looking for one like this for quite a while; so I'm happy with this new one. I'll probably take the old one to work. I'm sure we can find some use for it in the office.
Every year, for many years, mom has been buying us each an assortment of Hallmark ornaments. I have a growing boxful of them in Illinois. The excellent thing about this tradition is that all of us in the family can have beautifully decorated trees, as they've accumulated over the years.
After all the presents, there was ham. I think we flew through that ham in record speed. We don't have a sit-down dinner in Christmas in my family. Instead, there are piles of snacks and goodies around. People eat what they want when then want. There are cookies, dobish torte, petit fours, brownies, cheese ball, Swiss Colony Beef Log (baby, that's what Christmas is all about), bread, crackers, deviled eggs (blech), and who knows what else. No one goes hungry. It was my job to cook the ham, which was surprisingly easy. Much less work than that evil Thanksgiving turkey breast was.
Now that all the gift giving and eating is winding down, I think everyone is ready to collapse into bed. It seems we're always up into the wee hours every night before Christmas. So by Christmas day, we're all ready to take very long naps.