Twas the night before Christmas....

And all was quiet in the Teach Gaynor-Takahashi. As I write this we are down to "T minus three hours and counting", though I am not too sure what the 'T' stands for. Mind you it won't be quiet for long as there is a desperate need for some wrapping to be done, but a certain somebody has yet to be taken by the "soft embalmer of the still midnight". To help things along I tried reading Keats' poem to him repeatedly but it seemed to make the boy irritated rather than drowsy. Now the problem is that both Mammy and Daddy are all too ready to be embalmed, long before midnight (we both had work today and more tomorrow), but placing presents under the tree still 'wrapped' in their Amazon boxes isn't really keeping with the Christmas spirit. So it is a shared can of Red Bull and iPods on - 'One Republic' for her, 'Vampire Weekend' for me and many more (metaphorical) miles to go before we sleep.