Discarded Christmas Wrapping Of The Gods

Speaking of being crap, don't read the last post. I wasn't drunk. I swear. I was just...weird.
We'll settle on that.

This morning dawned bright and early and was blissfully ignored for a few hours and much, much later we woke up at 10ish or so, emphasis on the ish and the or so.

Krissa's childhood impatience means that there is a tradition in her family of waiting until just past midnight on Christmas Eve and opening all the gifts. Which is good, because Krissa's adult impatience is not that different to her childhood impatience, with the exception of screaming and bouncing on the furniture, which her parents never allowed her to do when she was a kid. Clocks were watched, feet were tapped, diversionary tactics were planned and deployed, troops retreated, regrouped, charged, and the lines broke, reinforcements fled, flags fell, negotiations began, and in the end, at 12.02, Christmas began with a rendering of wrapping and ribbon.

So this morning dawned warmly and late, with full knowledge of all the Christmas presents waiting downstairs in the remnants of the glittery Götterdämmerung on the living room floor.

I have an iPod. 30GB, video, photos, the whole shebang. The plastic cover is still on to protect against falling saliva. I also have an absolutely jaw-dropping pair of studio quality headphones, books, screwdrivers (swooshily designed), penguin themed underwear (marriage, what's up) and a big cheesy grin which seems set to last for a good while.

Bonza.