Only one thing caught fire that wasn't supposed to. (Never decorate a combustible dessert with holly sprigs. Flaming rum burns at a low enough temperature that it won't hurt the human hand, but at that temperature holly sprigs will light right up.)
The MD and RN who were attending the ritual never needed to act in their professional capacities. In fact, once the holly sprigs were extinguished, the MD and RN went happily back to pouring flaming rum on combustible desserts.
Nothing like hot wassail for loosening up the vocal cords. We sounded great on all the traditional songs.
We had liturgical theater! With puppets! That fight! And everybody laughed in the right spots. As long as we can still laugh, we'll be fine.
Three small children were in attendance, and they all behaved well enough that, after their respective parents took them home, people still at the gathering commented on how good it had been to have kids around.
I only suggested once that we ask George's advice before I remembered he had died.
The house is still cleaner after the event than it was a week before the event.
There are enough feast leftovers, I won't need to cook for the rest of the week.
Life is good.