We ate hella cinnamon rolls, and it was rad.
Anyway, the big thing I got for Christmas this year was a shiny new Nintendo DS and several import games for it, which has led to an engaging morning of trying to figure out game manuals in a language I'm not really all that literate in. ("So... to save... I have to talk to a frog? ... Oh, here is a helpful diagram about the various consequences of a cowboy and a pig getting into a fight. God bless you, Japan.") There have also been some books and CDs and, bizarrely, an array of foot-care items from my mother, who may be trying to send me some kind of Message.
Another sign that you're becoming an adult:
ME: (going through my stocking) Oh, neat, an index-card file! It's got compartments so I can keep notes and recipes and stuff in!
MY MOTHER: Um... (V), your gift is in the index-card file.
(It turned out to be "surprise! We paid your credit-card and cell phone bills for December, plus here's some money!", which is also a thoroughly semi-adult kind of gift, but I'm still juiced about the file. I'm gonna hold so much stuff in it...)