Christmas Eve steaks on the grill.
Nicknames for the puppy:
Sherlock puppy (the scarf! I can't even)
The puppy actually had a rough night: someone decided to put on a video of our dog that passed away from cancer in June, and the current puppy got really confused and upset when she couldn't find her anywhere: she wasn't in the kitchen, the hall, the living room, anywhere. She was clingy all night, and couldn't settle down or sit still. Poor pup.
The traditional yule log.
Reading aloud our Christmas books.
It's all about Boba Fett.