Although technically, my Santa already came and tomorrow when I wake up? There will be no gifts under the tree. How sad.
And realizing that I wasn't supposed to get ANY gifts ("New York is your Birthday and Christmas gift" "You didn't get a lot because you're going to New Orleans"...bite me, bitch. I KNOW I wasn't getting anything. I KNOW that I'm lucky to have gone to NYC. I KNOW that going to New Orleans is something to be grateful for. You don't have to rub it in...IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!! AHHHHHHH!!) *ahem* I made out well. A sweater, a shirt, gloves, some nail polish, a nice bottle of Clinique Happy, a calendar, an adorable stuffed bear rugby player, a set of Fiesta Ware, and some other small stuff. Nothing useful or anything that can be played and futzed with...but nice none the less.
Tomorrow morning, Mama will be making a nice breakfast. Then at 12:15-ish, Fayanne and I are meeting Cici, Zoe, Dave and Katie to see The Lion King on IMAX. Mmm....cool.
After that, we go to my aunt Bonnie's for extended family Christmas. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
And I heard him exclaim 'ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!