Okay, I'm 19. This year I'll definitely be able to fall asleep tonight, no problem. And then I'll sleep in tomorrow and have a nice leisurely stroll downstairs to open gifts. For sure. Very chill.
Goodnight self! Goodnight baby Christmas tree! Goodnight weird noise outside my room! See you all in the morning.
Wait, was that a reindeer hoof gently landing on my roof to bring me presents?
... No! It was just a weird noise! Go to sleep!
But it could have been a reindeer hoof.
What were all those noises I heard when I was a kid that I swore were Santa?
That's weird. Were my parents just that dedicated?
Will I be that dedicated when I'm a parent?
I wonder what my kids will be named.
Will they be okay with a puppy for Christmas?
I hope I get a puppy.
I'm not getting a puppy! What am I, six?
... Clearly.
I wonder what was in the big box.
Is it morning yet?