So I'm listening to Christmas Carols and wrapping presents for my coworkers. Yes, it's Christmas Morning, but it's not Christmas unless you put off everything important to the last minute.
I got a couple of "popping chocolates" for some of the girls I know. The wrapper has these chocolates with gold sparkles coming out of them. I'm very curious to know what's up with that. *smile*
Anyway, I got my first phone call at 7 a.m. From Paul, who decided I wasn't allowed to sleep in this morning. Apparently his first call came from a pub in Scotland that was so loud he couldn't hear anyone, and then it cut off after five minutes. Merry Christmas in Scotland!
Oh, and I'm watching Norad's Santa Tracker. I love it, because I'm kinda sad that way. This is the third or fourth year I've watched it, and it always makes me smile. I wish I had an oven, I'd make cookies for Santa.