My dad does.
Good morning, Dad. I'm awake, watching movies in bed, waiting for the acceptable hour to bang around a little in the kitchen and wake everyone else up.
Readers, we've been doing this together- waking up up at ungodly hours, too excited about something we can't even identify to sleep, drinking black coffee (because when you are already jazzed on Christmas, black coffee is obviously helpful), on Christmas, waiting for the predetermined moment that we're allowed to storm the house an force everyone else to be as excited as we are for the Holiday (it's not uncommon that we fail at this), -for as long as I can remember. We don't set alarms, we've tried drinking and sleeping pills (not at the same time), it's just nature.
So Yes. It's really 5 am here.
It's also 5 am "there", where Dad is.
It's our first Christmas apart in 24 years.
I don't know about you, but even though I'm happy to be spending Christmas with my Inlaws, and I'm sure you are happy to be with Mom, Noel, Ian, Bama, and the Paulsons, but I miss you. Vlad sucks at this tradition. He has nothing funny to say and his taste in movies is abysmal.
What do you think? Will this finally be the year Ian manages to wake up? (My little bro peep has been trying to wake up early with us for years. Alarm clocks, trying to stay up all night, actually sleeping on the floor in front of the TV, nothing has worked for him yet.)
I DO have a surprise for you this morning though. If you're very very good, I think you could open just oooonnnnee teeny present before everyone wakes up.....
A.) This is late, we were both up even earlier than usual. Dad and I actually exchanged first text messages at 3:33 AM.
B.) The "ooooneee teeeeny present" was coercing my Mom into waking up too, delivering a gift- a copy of the movie that I was also watching at my house (so we could watch "together"), and keeping Dad company.
C.) My Little Bro Peep did not wake up.