Following the European tradition, my side of the family eats Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve, December 24th, at my aunt and uncle's house. This year the power went out at 2:30 p.m., when the turkey was about half cooked. Improvising quickly, my uncle fired up the barbecue and finished cooking the food there, and it turned out great, despite the turkey catching fire at one point. We ate by candlelight.
By the time the power retured around 6:45, we were opening presents. The house never got cold, because it is freakishly warm in Vancouver right now: something like 11°C, balmy enough to walk around outside in a T-shirt if it weren't raining (of course). As you can see from the small photo, I'm pretty happy with what I received, thanks to the lovely Ms. A. An even better present was how happy our daughters were, now that they're old enough not to be overwhelmed by it all.
P.S. My oldest daughter notes that there were reindeer footprints on the front lawn.