An early, early, Christmas

Christmas knocked on my door at 5 AM. . . I went to bed around 2 AM. That's 3 hours for those visions of sugarplums to dance in my head. It felt more like a short break-dance. Santa must've known that it was gonna be a rough one, cause he left me a couple of down pillows and a down comforter under the tree. They were put to use at precisely 7 AM. I believe I've recovered. Now I just gotta chill until the family piles in this afternoon. Time for a little christmas "spirit" and maybe a shower if I dont get too wrapped up in gettin' my ass kicked in MLB Slugfest by a nine-year-old.