There hasn't been one in 6 years.
This one was just Phil, Misty, Dana, Tamara, Chris and I, but still it counted. We talked a lot, prodded the fire, got engulfed in smoke, fell in the mud, etc... You know, the usual. It was loads of fun, but I still smell like campfire smoke, even after a long shower.
The minivan Chris and Tamara were driving got stuck in the mud, and Phil, Chris, and I had to push it out. Thanks to TaeBo, I was actually able to help in the brute strength department. :)
Afterwards, Chris and Tamara came over to my brother's house, and we played Sorry. I won. We also talked for a long while about Life, the Universe, and Everything. They managed to convince me to stay in Santa Fe for at least another day, so I guess my cats will have to depend on Wes for life and sustenance.
Merry Christmas, kitties.