DH likes to celebrate, so we do, very low key. This year our "gift" to each other is we got our DNA done at ancestry.com.
Christmas is a hard time for me; it's the last time I saw my mom, in her hospital bed, in 1985. She squeezed my fingers, and I think she knew I was there. She died on Dec. 28th (the day after her 60th birthday), and I missed her passing by about half an hour.
Probably the biggest regret of my life is that I wasn't there to tell her I loved her one last time, and to hold her hand. She brought me into this world, and I wish I could have been with her as she passed. She died alone.