Let's see... I don't own a pair of pants that fit me any more. I have shrunk out of all of them. So I did Christmas Day, and Christmas Eve, and today, and Sunday... and just about every other day that ends in a "y" kilted. So it went well! My sister in law isn't at all accepting of it (it's OK for her to wear pants, though- go figure) but otherwise it went well. I wore my Black Stewart, white shirt, green socks, tartan flashes, and a fly plaid with thistle broach to Midnight Mass. I got tons of great compliments on how I looked. Father Malikai (or however you spell it) is an old wisea** Irish priest. He loved the way I looked, and was very appreciative that I went out of my way to dress so nicely. So all in all, I'd say it was a very good Christmas.