A Christmastime Confession

Well, it happened again. I woke up early on Christmas.

For as long as I can remember, I have either not been able to get to sleep, not been able to sleep very late on Christmas morning or both. The reason? Genuine excitement over opening my Christmas gifts.

My siblings have no problem with sleeping on Christmas. Hence my problem. I wake up ludicrously early and have to wait hours before my pseudo-somnambulant siblings trudge up/downstairs so we can celebrate Christmas morning likte the dorky family we are.

Needless to say, it happened again this year. And that is where I am at now. A 25-year old man who woke up at 7:30am on Christmas morning and decided to burn some time by blogging about it.

I'm going to go let some blood or something.

Merry Christmas!

And Happy Hannukah!