Christmas Morning... or Rather, Afternoon

And I'm still waiting to open anything.

I've attempted to wake the sleeping giant at least 4 times, but all he does is mutter something unintelligible and roll over. I have since gone out, gotten breakfast, gone to mass, walked around Center City, returned, finished wrapping his last present and still..... asleep.

I guess I'll let him sleep. Today is his last day of vacation before he returns to the world of reporting on Britney Spears pap smears.

Merry Christmas, United Stations! You know who you are! :P