Not a plane but we spent Christmas Eve on a container ship docked at an extremely deserted San Francisco freighter terminal, where we had arrived at around 10 pm that night. The customs officers were decidedly not pleased at having to clear a 1100 TEU boat and its crew while Santa was flying around.
The Kiribati galley staff whipped up your basic Christmas dinner for the German officers (and us 2 pax) while they ran around with clipboards and handfuls of passports and cargo manifests - Venison, red cabbage, roast potatoes, sweet stuff.
The next morning we walked a mile or so across the staging yard and scared the poor guard shack lady half out of her wits - she didn't expect people to be coming from behind her and asking to use her phone to call a cab to go to SFO.