It's our family tradition to welcome Christmas with a raclette. We ordered extra fingerling potatoes from our Bryson vegetable Christmas elves, acquired a half round of swiss raclette cheese, pickles and picked onions, various kinds of cold cuts (including the required viande des Grisons aka bindinfleisch) and Grandpa H even went to extraordinary lengths to acquire some Fendant wine. There was none to be had in all of Ontario, but he managed to purchase the last two out of three bottles across the river in Gatineau.
My dad has traditionally been in charge of the ceremonial scraping of the cheese, but in preparation for their impeding departure to warmer climes we took turns so that this important skill would be preserved for Christmases to come. Being a little young for cheese, Elizabeth and Maria had to settle for cheerios.