Chomping at the bit

I've delayed discussing the Christmas events because I was hoping a creative spark would ignite and let me tell the stories in a more interesting way. While I know you each will be 'happy' that things went well, the blog fodder missed will be disappointing...at best.
Unfortunately, no such spark came so you'll just have to make due with the bare facts.
1. The Paperweight & 3 Hole Punch arrived on time, with presents and money and were completely well-behaved.
2. Wilma welcomed The Thing with open arms, put her martyrdom aside for the day and was completely well-behaved.
3. Fred kept his pants on (literally), told no racist jokes and was completely well-behaved.
4. The Thing grew a beard beforehand because he knew Wilma liked them, had long conversations with Fred & promised to send him a movie they discussed and, besides one minor infraction of swiping a few pictures of me from my babybook, was completely well-behaved.

I spent most of Christmas spending time with the kids or my sister who was in town, but was completely well behaved too. Of course, I had started drinking at 9:30 am (mmmm mimosa) and didn't stop until Thing poured me in to bed that night, but my family is much easier to take on an empty stomach and a mind full of booze.
But I figure we each got what we wanted out of the day. Fred & Wilma saved face by inviting me over while my sister was in town, Thing got to see pictures from my gawky teenage years, and I got to give Thing the one thing he's ever asked me for, to meet my parents.
However, considering that our actual interaction that day was limited to 'please pass the ham' and I haven't heard from Fred or Wilma since, at least we can put any thoughts of a tearful reunion to rest.